Aren't Holidays Brilliant?

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 gray mist on the sea's face, and a gray 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-RRrover,
And quiet sleep and a double A lister when the Midnight frenzy's over.

Clockwise from top:
Me and treefrogdemon with a host of hidden otters.
Sonofwebcore, tincanman and me ... Gerry and The Pacemakers just out of shot.
Heroine of the autosettings, Mrs TY on the Beatles tour ... that's George Harrison's house in the background ... we'd just rung the doorbell and run away.
Finally, me, about to swim off the effects of a night on the town with TCM and SOWC.