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Sailor’s delight

Red skies, especially at sunset, often occur when the sun's light is passing through a high concentration of dust and moisture particles in the atmosphere. This often indicates high pressure and stable air moving in, which usually means fair weather.

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Ahoy #SkySailors
One ship sails East & another West
On the self same winds that blow
‘tis the set of the sails,
not the gales
that determine the way we go

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Sea-Fever 
BY JOHN MASEFIELD 
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 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 go 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.

Sea-Fever BY JOHN MASEFIELD 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 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 go 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.

Sea-Fever 
BY JOHN MASEFIELD 
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 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 go 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.

Sea-Fever BY JOHN MASEFIELD 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 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 go 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.

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SV One and All - a tall ship out of Port Adelaide. She holds a special place in my heart. Her Captain graciously allowed us aboard to scatter my father’s ashes. He even read “Sea Fever” as we did so, in a moving ceremony that will never be forgotten.

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