Did William Wordsworth ‘wander lonely as a cloud‘ through the Lakeland Fells? Was he the solitary poetic genius writing some of the greatest nature poetry in the English language? His sister Dorothy’s Grasmere Journal reveals a slightly different picture.
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Hope rises in the winter darkness as the sun begins to appear over the earth and two major planets draw close to each other in the sky. Was this the Christmas star?
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November sees autumn gracefully fade. The garden is slowing down too. We watch a spectacular video of rooks flocking to their communal roosts and with the old Chinese poets we learn to end the day well.
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Cloud-watching a display that changes throughout the day rarely fails to hold our interest. Its wonder sometimes takes our breath away. What does today have in store?
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