We had a half hour cruise across Windermere from Bowness to Ambleside with the intention of catching a bus out to Grasmere from there. It was a day when the light would have tested all the skills of landscape painters, patches of light brightening the enveloping gloom. The rain held off still but the weather helped 'toughen' up the appearance of the hills sliding into the lake.
It was then on to Grasmere, home to Dove Cottage where William Wordsworth lived in the early 19th Century little realising that his work would torment me as an A Level student almost 200 years later. Somehow I feel had he known, he wouldn't have written some of the poems as he would have had some sympathy for struggling schoolboys. There aren't many young men who will admit being moved by a poem about daffodils. Perhaps Morrisey but that's about it.
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