I must [go] down to the seals again...

...to the lonely seal and sky
But today there was an entire nuclear family there: mother, infant and father (of next year's pup perhaps, not necessarily of this one.)

The big male seal was hauled out just above the surf line, wriggling and yawning and flapping his flippers, while the nursing pair were further back, keeping in close contact, the pup only a day or two old. As I watched the male slid into the water without a backward glance - time for a fish supper. She''ll have to collect her own.

The extra shows a nervous cormorant, heading snaking this way and that,  feathers burnished by the setting sun.
The images aren't very sharp because the light was going. The sun set at 6.30. No more light evenings.

The opening line of John Masefield's 'Sea Fever' does not in fact include the word 'go'.