‘I must go down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and the sky. And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her’ by wrote John Masefield. A simple wish really; a wish to cast off and journey across the waters to perhaps we know not where; but we are more at home on the open sea than anywhere else in the world. On land, we are pulled here and pushed there and tugged in one hundred different directions more than any compass can show. Ah, but to be under the stars listening to the water slapping the side of our ship instead of the shrieks and sirens; free from all that seeks to control us.