Sunday, 15 July 2012



Not much to say about this sketch from one of  my A5 books. It was a little coaster off the coast of Norway butting through the increasing seas approaching a whole gale. I imagine it got pretty uncomfortable. It reminded me of the poem cargoes by John Masefield part of which goes like this:



Dirty British Coaster with a salt-caked smoke stack
Butting through the Channel in the mad March days,
With a cargo of Tyne coal,
Road-rail, pig-lead,
Firewood, iron-ware, and cheap tin trays.

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