Wherever I live and wherever I travel I am always drawn back to the sea, which is peculiar living in perhaps one of the most landlocked parts of Great Britain. Our nearest seaside destination is probably around eighty miles away; Prestatyn on the Welsh coast or Fornby in Merseyside.
When I go to bed, prior to going to sleep, I dream of the sea. Frequently I imagine lying on the bow of a boat afloat on the ocean, hearing the wind blow and imagining the gentle rock of the waves. When I fantasise about wealth, the lottery win that saves us from work* I imagine an open bright house that looks out to sea. Not in some exotic location overseas, but on the coasts of Britain
I find a romanticism in the sea and ship building, hence this blogs very title, Shipyards. It conjures much; a glorious history of Britain's industry and success. Exploration and discovery, creating something significant.
But I do not live by the sea, the nearest running water is the Trent and Mersey Canal which passes within a minute of Huckleberry Heights. It's not a wild ocean, but it's better than nothing. I live in the Midlands, which I believe combines all the best of the South of Britain with the best of the North (although slightly more Northern) but the sea is always calling.
* as I believe all do?
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