Today's poem in the book I am dipping into begins:
'Dogger, Rockall, Malin, Irish Sea:' it's by Seamus Heaney.
I prefer the actual forecast and the incredibly haunting melody beforehand, the signal for the skipper or navigator to go below and note down the details.
Earlier this year, during the snowy weather, the announcer finished the forecast with such a heartfelt and kind goodnight wish to all of us, from me snug in bed to those out at sea and maybe those who would never hear it even one more time.
To whoever you were, thankyou.