We've booked another cruise
it has been quite a time
since we have been on holiday
so here that feeling's fine
Before pandemic was the last
time that we left this shore
but that's now set to change again
in twenty twenty-four
Canary Islands wait us there
twelve weeks or so away
so soon the days we'll start to count
down to the sailing day
On the world's last ocean-going paddle steamer we sailed
from Shoreham to the Isle of Wight
A day on the The Waverley starting at nine
and returning much later that night
It was the best day we could ever wish for
and we both had a wonderful time
sailing the waters of England's South Coast
on a day in September, sublime
Built in 1946, The Waverley is the world’s last ocean-going passenger-carrying paddle steamer. On 13th September 2023 we had the very great privilege of joining a daytime cruise from our home port of Shoreham-by-Sea to the Isle of Wight and then on to Southampton.
Photo – P.S. Waverley departing Shoreham (Kingston beach in background)
Moving slowly along under power we saw
Jack's sailing boat just off the coast
Watched as he motored closer to shore
making like us here, the most
Weighed anchor out there so I pinged him a poke
PM'd him to wish him good day
Took a pic of the boat and sent it out there
as it seemed the right thing to say
It's fading fast but still remains
a shadow of its former shine
and yet this forlorn memory
is something I still cherish, mine
For though its owners are long gone
and its superstructure fails
there are some precious memories
which passing time quite oft regales
And as they fade there into time
the vista north steadfast and true
of precious Shoreham by the sea
remains there in its fading view
Part of the ‘Past to Present’ series from Jemverse
The beach Ted Bunker launched his
boat from sadly is no more
once called 'The Gut' its gutted now
no more a shingle shore
Filled in to make a car park
the beach where once we played
is another loss to history
and to the fishing trade
[‘The Gut’ was a small beach immediately behind Albion Street in Southwick, West Sussex. It was used by fishermen for many years and I can vividly remember playing there as a boy and talking to the fishermen as they pulled their boats ashore at high tide. But now – for no sound reason that I can imagine – the beach has been filled in to make way for a public car park].
The harbour lit and sparkling
exuberant at night
the wind farm on horizon
glinting just in sight
and nestling on the quayside
the survey ship rests true
across the road from where I stand
beneath the azure blue
This is a thing of magic
as although a port of trade
scene's like this are always
where imagination's made
There's a green ship in the harbour
up the river quite a bit
much further on than usual
so I took a pic of it
Rarely dredged of course these days
the building silt means most
will rarely venture up this far
at Shoreham on the coast
A far cry from my yesterdays
when every berth was full
so good to see the odd one still
with time's incessant pull
Nestling in the harbour
at the yacht club yesterday
a jolly pretty sailboat
I espied whilst on my way
So I made a little detour
across the Adur Ferry Bridge
so that I could take a photo
as a special privilege
For this was something special
canvas sails a-hoisted high
just waiting for the tide to turn
as we all wandered by
Sadly that was hours away
so I couldn't see it sail
but the sight I captured of it
makes for smiles here to regale
...all about me and my life in words. I write most days, carrying an ideas book around in which I capture a word snapshot of life around me. So there's a lot here about Sussex and the sea and anything else I see that inspires.
The pictures are mine too. Some taken to match a poem; some poems written to match a pic; others chosen because they work well with words written.
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