We spent an hour or so on HMS Victory, a second attempt, as the last time we were in Portsmouth it was closed due to storm damage in the dock.

We were particularly taken by the miles of rope on board, the wide patched floor boards, the sick bay with its bottles and potions, the captains wheel and the realisation of how difficult life would have been for those on board this fighting vessel.

 

On the island we headed for what turned out to be a moody Sandown.

If ever we end up there again, a beach hut for the day would allow us to contemplate the ocean whatever the weather.

 

…or Spinnaker madness? We spotted these abseilers descending the iconic Portsmouth tower as we headed out on the ferry.

We have met up with two of Clare’s siblings and are enjoying the the warmth of the South coast with chance to wander the beach, swim, watch sport, play cards (non competitive, naturally) explore Selsey and generally wind down.

At the eucharist at St Peter’s this morning we sang a Taize chant – Wait for the Lord, keep watch take heart – and felt that deep connection again.

Having the best morning ever. What a start!

Wayfarer, the only way

is your footsteps, there is no other.

Wayfarer, there is no way,

you make the way as you go.

Antonio Machado

 

. . . but not in this!

(a fishing boat on Marske beach)

The echoing rooms

a reflection of feeling

on leaving our home