Flora in Dorothy Wordsworth's Grasmere Journal

29 July 2017 (Saturday)
Today we traveled to Ulswater to re-enact Wordsworth’s account of his boat-stealing scene. We came to Patterdale by van, renting our canoes, and took off in a light rain. We paddled to a cliff that matched Wordsworth’s description and then paddles backwards away from the cliff and watcher the “huge Cliff” rose up from behind “That craggy Steep.” It was quite other-worldly. I can imagine how frightening it could have been for a nine-year-old boy by moonlight. We paddled over to an island and got out in the midst of a sudden onslaught of wind and rain. We left the island, paddling back across to the shore against the wind and waves and rain. It was no easy task. I lunched on a Ploughman’s Platter at “Fell Bites.” The bleu cheese tasted like the fells smell. We returned to Grasmere by a circuitous route toward Keswick, because the direct route had been closed due to a fatal automobile/pedestrian accident. After we arrived at the hostel, Robert and I took one more walk to town and back, enjoying one last time the back way down the Easedale and Mill roads. We leave Grasmere in the morning.

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