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Helen's birthday trip, hiking the fells of Wordsworth country. We stayed in a converted leaning barn at Brackenrigg, near Keswick, England, right in the Lake Country. An ancient stone circle was nearby. We hiked from Brakenrigg; drove into town; and drove to more distant hikes. The weather ranged from sunny with nice clouds, to hail, and even a dusting of snow on the fells above. No hosts, but yes, daffodils.

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.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show 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, 1804.
Our Rooms at BrackenriggOld Stone BridgeToward High RiggDaffodilHelen on High RiggStone Wall, High RiggStone Wall, High RiggHigh RiggHelen on High RiggHelen on High RiggHiking down High RiggDisturbed BoysPrimrosesPrimrosesWaterfallPrimrosesPrimrosesHelen near HaystacksSheep chasing CrowsAll Clear