Blakeney Point

They that go down to the sea in ships, and occupy their business in great waters; These men see the works of the Lord, and his wonders in the deep. For at his word the stormy wind ariseth, which lifteth up the waves thereof. They are carried up to the heaven, and down again to the deep. Their soul melteth away, because of the trouble. They reel to and fro, and stagger like a drunken man, and are at their wits’ end. So when they they cry unto the Lord in their trouble he delivereth them out of their distress. For He maketh the storm to cease, so that the waves thereof are still. Then are they glad because they are at rest; and so he bringeth them unto the haven where they would be. * We navigated by stars, charted our course by constellations, carried cargo on the German Ocean from Lubek to Lynn and fished for herring and cod in the cold north waters. We lined up with the church towers as we pulled into port, and carved our crude ships on the pillars in the nave - votive scratchings as we listened to long sermons for the saints and the hammer-beam angels to intercede for us, and grant us safe passage. And after the harbour has silted up and after the river has changed its course and after the town has hollowed out and long after we have sailed from these shores our graffiti ships will still be there safe in the haven of our souls. * sharon sanderson - field recordings & voice robert sanderson - music, atmospherics & voice