Water, Water, Everywhere.

Water, water, every where, 
And all the boards did shrink; 
Water, water, every where, 
Nor any drop to drink. 

The Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge.

Last week we enjoyed a socially-distanced walk with good friends along the front at the nearby town of Lytham.

Looking at the big skies and the vast expanse of water brought to mind that well-known verse from a poem I loved at school: “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner” by Samuel Taylor Coleridge.

Strictly speaking, Lytham is on the estuary of the River Ribble where it flows into the Irish Sea. As the estuary is ten miles wide, it’s difficult to see where the river ends and the sea begins. (Though I’m sure the Ancient Mariner would have known!).

I took a few pictures on my iPhone as we walked.

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All images ©HelenBushe

Taken with iPhone 8plus and processed on iPad using Lightroom.

With thanks to Cee this week’s Fun Foto Challenge: Water. Challenges like this help me find a “window” for pictures which might otherwise never see the light of day.