Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Tess on Wordsworth

We actually visited Wordsworth's Dove Cottage yesterday and I must admit I felt the way I'm sure a pilgrim would at a sacred site. Standing in the cottage, remembering how much had been written within those walls and the poets who had joined him there certainly was a humbling and yet inspiration experience. Later we visited his family home but even though it was grander it was not the same as being in the cottage. its garden with the view of the lake. He always has been a favourite poet of mine. I especially love his Lucy Poems and feel there is so much beauty in The Solitary Reaper and his Prelude. We also explored Beatrix Potter countryside and now every time I see a rabbit, duck, farmer etc I think of her tales. They actually had a number of her drawings for viewing. They were delightful. Emma's favourite has always been Jemmina Puddleduck so I was happy to find her a postcard and bookmark bearing phrases from it. We found many steep, narrow roads to trundle along. The pass over Buttermere was probably the steepest, most remarkable and I'd imagine in the winter impassable. The last two days we have had clear blue skies and so the water has caught the hue of deep blue and shimmers in the sunlight beneath the most formidable of mountains.. Today has been very busy we caught a boat out of Ambleside to the other side of Windermere then walked along the lakeside for 4 miles and caught two boats back to the car and had some lunch overlooking the water. That was of course after a walk of equivalent length to the Village of Ambleside and back at what was far from a relaxing pace because of the ferry times. This afternoon we're recovering and will venture out later with Emma for dinner and a short drive. She hasn't been able to join us during the days because of a report that needs writing and study for her exams so it's good to drag her out in the evenings. AT the moment we are sitting as a very modern family does in a free wifi place with three computers open and connected to the internet. I will pass on your regards to her.

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