“And we sail and we sail and we never see land, just the rum in the bottle and a pipe in my hand…”
(… )
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
(…)
from T.S. Eliot The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
Stuart Wier’s excellent article on the boats of Swallows and Amazons, which was homeless and lost for a time, can now again be found at the Aussie TARs site, and also here at downtothesea. I will be writing a lot more on this topic to help introduce readers to the world of Arthur Ransome — a man whose books have launched literally millions of small-boat dreams.
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