It has been a long day of wave-battling and letter-searching. The kind of day that can only be expressed in the harsh sounds of Anglo Saxon:
Mæg ic be me sylfum soðgied wrecan,
siþas secgan, hu ic geswincdagum
earfoðhwile oft þrowade,
bitre breostceare gebiden hæbbe,
gecunnad in ceole cearselda fela,
atol yþa gewealc.
