Tonight myself and Martin took a yole out, navigation lights on, it was one of those magical nights in the bay, the space in between two weather fronts when everything is clear and there is no movement.  The high tide meant plenty of still water and so we skirted the bay stopping for a while by a very classy Christmas tree lit up on the green at the bottom of Mayals hill.  We watched for a while the stream of rush hour traffic heading towards Mumbles the same traffic that tomorrow morning at eight will be heading the other way towards town.  It was one of those nights where we felt lucky to be the only traffic on the sea and appreciated why we really turn out to row, not through obligation or duty, but for reasons more soulful than that; for these still nights when the sea is kind and where we can observe life from a different view point.