We’ve left the hazy days of summer behind. On crystal clear autumn days,  when the sun shines, the sea sparkles and white horses rush over the surface – I’m reminded of a poem by John Cooper Clarke:

Now, voyager – once resigned
Go forth to seek and find
The hazy days you left behind
Right there in the back of your mind
Where lucid dreams begin
With rolling dunes and rattling shale
The shoreline then a swollen sail
Picked out by a shimmering halo
That’s where the sea comes in…



The Sea Comes In …