The Lakes (or The Lake District)

The Lake District is a mountainous region in North West England. A popular holiday destination, it is famous not only for its lakes, forests, and mountains (or fells, as the local call them), but also for its associations with the early nineteenth-century poetry and writings of William Wordsworth, whom I know as the author of one of my favourite peom “I wandered lonely as a Cloud”. And if you know the children’s book Peter Rabbit, Beatrix Potter, the author also lived there. The Lakes is also my hub’s favourite place in England, or perhaps in the whole world.

We have been planning to go since early of July to stay with some family friends, but the rain has been relentless this summer. And it certainly won’t be fun walking in the lakes and fells when its wet and muddy. Come late August, we were getting desperate because the school is almost starting again. So one day we just decided, “what the heck, let’s just drive and get it over with.”

And boy did we get lucky! We had really nice days; perfect even for picnic. And it was a joy staying with Keith and Brenda. Keith is a good cook and Brenda was brilliant with Julius. This was also a fruitful trip in a sense that this is Julius’ first mountain climb, at age 5! Brilliant.

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I wandered lonely as a Cloud

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 dancing Daffodils;
Along the Lake, beneath the trees,
Ten thousand dancing in the breeze.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Outdid the sparkling waves in glee: —
A poet could not but be gay
In such a laughing company:
I gaz’d–and gaz’d–but little thought
What wealth the shew to me had brought:

For oft when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude,
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the Daffodils.

William Wordsworth Poems in Two Volumes: Moods of my Mind 7 (1807)

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