"What?" I queried.
"We learned it in school," he replied. "You know, William Wordsworth?"
"I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze."
It was 1990, and the first time I had ever been to Grasmere, England. And my Spousal-Unit-to-be is quoting William Wordsworth. (Actually, I am not sure he got past the first line.) But ever since, I have been in love with Grasmere, and this is one of the many events that made me fall in love with Spousal Unit. Of course, it was on the must-see list for my sister and her husband during their visit last summer. (See (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8) for previous posts.)
William Wordsworth (1770 -1850) was a major English Romantic poet who helped to launch the Romantic Age in English literature. William lived in Grasmere for 14 years and called it "the loveliest spot that man hath ever found." William and his family are buried in Grasmere, in the cemetery of St. Oswald's Church.
I took advantage of this visit to St. Oswald's to capture more hand-stitched kneelers (see my previous post on this topic).
We 'wandered' on, and the winding road, ever hemmed in by dry stone walls, took us to Keswick, a market town in the Lake District. We checked in to our B&B, and taking our hostess' advice, walked to George's for an early dinner.
Although we all felt like falling into bed, it was much too early for that. So off we went for a stroll in Keswick on a rainy summer evening. It may not have been ideal, but for me it brought out some Keswick character worthy of a few photos.
And I found a B&B I am just dying to stay in next time, the next time I am 'wandering lonely as a cloud.'
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