2020-04-23 11:05:20 wrote:

My sincerest condolences to Naza and family. When we finally return to our offices at Alban Dobson House there will always be a large hole left by such a large heart. I will miss his irreverence and sense of humour: he was indeed a Man's man and forever larger than life. The following is the poem, Sea Fever, by John Masefield that most matelots including Mark will recognise: 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. And the wheels kick and the winds song and the white sail's shaking, And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking. I must go down to the sea again, for the call of the running tide Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied; All I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying, And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the seagulls crying. I must go down to the sea again, to the vagrant gypsy life, To the gull's way and the whales way, where the wind's like a whetted knife; And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow rover, And a quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trips over.