It was a privilege to know Les, always greeted you with a smile and a wave. You certainly made last season memorable, and certainly proved that there is nothing–absolutely nothing–half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats.
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.
Sleep Well Les
James Dawson :
11/01/2022