As John Masefield wrote in his poem, Sea-Fever...'I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky...'

Unfortunately another wet, dismal day as we head towards Blackpool's South Pier in the late afternoon to watch the ebbing tide.

The wind is blowing a gale and the sand is soaking wet but the ebbing waters are just fascinating to watch. Turning, tossing and tumbling over themselves as they head outwards again.
'Ross, come over here and see this.'

Right under the South Pier now, much closer to the ebbing water.

Here we are looking now towards Central Pier with the famous Tower in the distance before we head for home.