Forever Dan

Comet McNaught, observed in antipodean skies last week

















"Sea-Fever"
I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.

I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.

John Masefield (1878-1967).

Good to come home to our "magic wee place"
to all the generous expressions
of love and support .
Thank you for your companionship
over the past twelve months
and the fond memories
that continue to twinkle in the night sky
- to guide him by.


While life goes on here, remember his journey at -
http://macdoodle.blogspot.com