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Romanticising England: the Lakes District
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.
Extract from " I wandered lonely as a cloud" by William Wordsworth, 1888.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.
The mist opened along the road in front of us. We have been driving for an hour through the windy little English country roads and there have not been a person in sight. Slowly, it appears, charming stone cottages among green dales, surrounded by rocky mountains and rivers that feed the many lakes in the region, we have arrived.
Romantic stone cottages line the road sides of the Lakes District
We are in the Lakes District, home to many of the best English authors and poets, including the well known William Wordsworth, whose beautiful poem above, describes the beauty of the Lakes District.
Roads with beautiful scenery makes the drive in the Lakes District simply 'delightful'
Indeed, I too, felt like I could relate. Clouds hovered midway along the valley and over the hills, and rows and rows of wild daffodils sway in the gentle wind.
I felt like I was a cast in a Jane Austin movie.
We stayed in a roadside bed and breakfast in Windermere, whose surrounding areas boasts the most beautiful lakes in the region. Lakes with water so still, the lines formed by sailing swans crease the surface even long after the birds have returned to their nests.
The town of Windermere, the Lakes District
I take in a deep breath. "How delightful."
Gawd, I was even talking like I was in a Jane Austin movie.
But that's what the Lakes District, or any part of the English countryside does to you. I wasn't going to disagree with all the famous writers of a place they often praise in their works.
The cottage of one famous figure I had to visit, was that of Miss Beatrix Potter.
"You know? Miss Potter the movie? That Miss Potter?" I had to explain to my partner, whose interests lie not with literature at all.
"Harry Potter?" His response frustrated me greatly until he got there and saw the rabbits. "Oh! Peter Rabbit!"
The figure of Beatrix Potter at The World of Beatrix Potter in Windermere
At least he knew of her works. Beatrix Potter called the Lakes District home. At The World of Beatrix Potter in Windermere, I was back being a little kid, amused by figures of Peter Rabbit and his friends, and immersed into tales of Flopsy, Mopsy and Cotton-tail, and their very naughty brother Peter Rabbit.
Then, leaving the cottage, we strolled along the lake still reciting one of her cute poems:
We have a little garden,
A garden of our own,
And every day we water there
The seeds that we have sown.
We love our little garden,
And tend it with such care,
You will not find a faced leaf
Or blighted blossom there.
{Beatrix Potter}
A garden of our own,
And every day we water there
The seeds that we have sown.
We love our little garden,
And tend it with such care,
You will not find a faced leaf
Or blighted blossom there.
{Beatrix Potter}
A stroll along beautiful lakes like this is pure heaven
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I love the Lakes District too, such a beautiful part of England,
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Miss Potter and her little entourage of animal friends is delightful.
Can't wait to visit.
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ahhhh the English countryside is beautiful isn`t it? Your words have done it justice - they are so eloquent.
I love that Wordsworth poem... thanks for putting it up and reminding me of it.
Looks like you had a great time - Miss Potter`s place would have been WONDERFUL!
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The house and town look like they're from a model village. Perfect.
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