Burning the midnight oil tonight, listening to “Sailing By” on Classic FM. That means it’s definitely time for bed. That was always the music they played on Radio 4 just before the late shipping forecast. How many nights have I spent in Glénans, standing beside the Radio after getting back from the pub hoping to get the right data down on the weather sheet! Those soothing tones listing out Fair Isle, Cromarty, Forth, Dogger and German Bight.
Back in the day they had a special verb for working by candlelight, to elucubrate. I’ve had enough elucubrating for one night. Night night, sleep tight, don’t let the bedbugs bite.
First Fig; by Edna St. Vincent Millay
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends—
It gives a lovely light!