‘I must go down to the
sea again, to the lonely sea and the sky. And all I ask is a tall ship and a
star to steer her’ by wrote John Masefield. A simple wish really; a wish to
cast off and journey across the waters to perhaps we know not where; but we are
more at home on the open sea than anywhere else in the world. On land, we are
pulled here and pushed there and tugged in one hundred different directions
more than any compass can show. Ah, but to be under the stars listening to the
water slapping the side of our ship instead of the shrieks and sirens; free
from all that seeks to control us.
