They say swans mate for life & I hope if we are ever in a crowd like this you find me, with your eyes closed, hands outstretched — like wings, like feathers, to catch my fall. by Kristiana Reed Photo: Abbotsbury Swannery – GBC

I must go 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 go down …

The sea is calm to-night, The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits;-on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay. Come to the window, sweet is the night air! Only, from the long line of spray Where the sea meets the moon-blanch’d …