On holiday at Silver Bay, Anglesy, North Wales 1965.

 About one hour before sunset I would put out in a small boat to catch 
 Mackerel. The Mackerel were easy prey during August when the shoals 
 moved inshore to feed. A few teenagers were camped on the beach that 
 year with a fire burning. Each night they sang songs, accompying 
 themselves on guitars. I could frequently hear their music drifting out 
 across the bay and the song 'homeward Bound' was one piece they sang 
 each night. I kept my boat on the beach above the high water mark and 
 though my wife helped me to launch it, I was left to my own devices when 
 I returned after dark. Each evening these young people would drop 
 everything to help me drag the boat up the beach. Once secure they would 
 wish me goodnight and return to their campfire and their singing. They 
 would accept no payment for their help, not even a portion of my catch. 
 In gratitude for their assistance I dedicate the following lines.

 Beneath the rippled surface
 The princely Mackerel play
 And a baited hook trails astern
 'Neath the waters of Silver Bay.

 Then as the reddening sun
 Slips silently into the sea
 I turn the bow towards the shore
 To the light that beckons me.

 A single campfire burning there
 A warm glow across the beach
 Some young folk spending the night
 With blankets and pillows each.

 Silhouetted in the flickering light
 With cases and guitars in hand
 Then the strains of 'homeward Bound'
 Welcomes me back to the land.

                     Bob Ollier