the furrow followed free...

The white foam inevitably reminded me  of those words from The Ancient Mariner, one of my favourite poems. Something of a washout today but  expected and so manageable. Short early walk before the Australian Open Final and quite a lot of rain. Since then the day's passed uneventfully and unmemorably too. Quite a bit of messing around with photos. I'm planning a monkfish and prawn rice for dinner, also listening to a not-too-taxing radio play.