“Water, water, every where,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, every where,
Nor any drop to drink.”
Immortal lines from Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s great poem of 1834, which I enjoyed and still remember class reading at school.
So with me flitting back and forth between Venice and North Gloucestershire floods, I thought an appropriate change for November’s Painting of the Month. One of Gustave Dore’s wonderful illustrations for the book, held in the British Library.
“ ‘God save thee, ancient Mariner!
From the fiends, that plague thee thus!—
Why look’st thou so?’—With my cross-bow
I shot the ALBATROSS.”
And No… I did not shoot the albatross.