Exultation is the going
Of an inland soul to sea,
Past the houses - past the headlands -
Into deep Eternity -
Bred as we, among the mountains,
Can the sailor understand
The divine intoxication
Of the first league out from land?
Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)
It sums up the freedom of being on the water and the thrill I still get every time we set sail.
These pictures were taken on a trip from Tollesbury to Ostend last year.
Very true, Fran. And a lovely poem indeed. Your photo here is beautiful. I love the water, but am a bad sailor, so the sea is not for me, but the peace of a canal at sunset in rural Holland, Belgium or France..well, there's nothing to beat that for me.
ReplyDeleteVally, we have been over to Holland on the yacht several times and had some great times. But I am not so fond of the longer trips these days, it takes about 24 hours to get to Holland. We are so busy with the barge that I very much doubt we will get much sailing in this summer. You do get a certain kind of peace on the water that is unique and that's one reason why we want to live on the water.
ReplyDeleteHi Fran, I see you popped up on my blog (most likely via VallyP or perhaps Janys?) I see you are going great guns with your Bonnie. I read your introduction - 8mm minimum! that's a dream! Our barge is 120 years old and was originally a sailing ship - her hull is between 3.6 and 6 mm so we have a few dodgy bits. We hope to convert her all the way back to sail, but for now she isn't even our home, so quite a bit to do still.
ReplyDeleteGood luck with all your plans, cheerio for now.