I can’t explain the feelings the lovely chart above gives this humble gent, but I’ll try. I think we all have the ‘oversized christmas present’ excitement from when we were knee high, stored in our memory banks. It’s the bursting from your cells, unwipeable grin, electric joy feeling that you can all dig up if you try (unless you have abused narcotics since you were knee high). That’s what I get from this chart. Yes, mental I know but that’s the love of a good ocean. If you’ve felt her maddening touch, then you’ll know what this pretty picture means. It means I’m all the closer to re-acquanting myself with her. I only have to exist through a week of grey, to live again.