Tuesday, December 16, 2008
You know, for someone who has lived in London so long, I do still miss the sea. I miss that extraordinary tarty-salty ozone BLAST you get when it's rough, cold, blustery, sharp - winter: when I used to walk a lot down there by the shore in dark, dark Devon - lonely and dreaming of other places and this girl I might meet and when my life might.....begin.
I’ve been down to North Marine Drive
A road curling round by your sea
A sea that matches all of your moods
A place where we always agree.
And I’ve been down to North Marine Drive
Where I have scratched our names in the sandAnd watched the sea take them away
Two names scratched in every spray.
And I’ve been on a desolate cliffWhere once a great castle had been
And stood, with the wind in my mouthOn a wall so the sea could be seen
And here a chapel once stood
But now, just a handful of stones.
But we, we are building it up
Ours as we stand here alone.
Ben Watt - 'North Marine Drive' (1983)