Sense and Stupidity: I wandered lonely as a cloud...(or sheep)

My first outing!! My first trip to a part of England that isn't Manchester! It was soooo cool. I tell you, go to the Lake District if you can, even if you can't.

The day began at 7.50 which was the time we had to be at the Adelphi Hotel to take the bus to the beautiful village that is Grasmere. To my utter utter astonishment (I did not know this before being on the bus) this was once the home of one of my favourite English Romantic poets William Wordsworth (Suus, start being jealous riiight.....NOW :p) He wrote a few of his most famous poems in the little cottage that is now the Wordsworth museum, and he is buried in the Grasmere graveyard alongside his wife and Dorothy his sister! I have not often been this excited about a dead person, but my heart lept a feet in the air when we arrived. We decided to go on the arranged hike first. Up into the mountains so famous for their beauty and inspiring many a Lake Poet. It was gorgeous. And the sun shone down on us while we climbed up the mountain and tasted the spring water. We met a few sheep on the way and became good friends with them. Along the way during our descend we had a little picknick in the sun while comfortably lounging on a big rock. We were very pleased to find a pencil on that very spot and of course christened it William Wordsworth pencil. We payed our respects and decided to leave it there to be found by other admirers.

Back in town we made our way through the bundles of excited Gingerbread buying people to the place we had been looking for for a while (for such a small town they still make it bloody difficult to find anything) The Graves....Of course they looked like any other grave in any other cemetery, but this one housed the body of the man that wrote some of the best poetry around in the English Language. It was wicked.

We also payed a visit to Dove Cottage, Wordsworth's house for many years. It was a few pounds to get in and we only had half an hour left so we didn't. But it was quite cool to see where he lived and worked. I can imagine you can produce world-famous literary work in such a lovely place. Too bad it has been commercialised over the years, it would have been so much nicer if there hadn't been such a steep entrance fee and museum shop there. (although I did buy some little thingys, hehe)

Back on the bus and on the way to Windemere, another small town in the District. Famous for it's boat/cruise trips on the lake adjacent to the town and a load of swans that live on chips and left over sandwiches all their lives. We had a lot of fun walking round the village, but were also shattered from the hike up the hill so decided to buy some food and look at the swans.

The ride home took about two hours, one of which I spent dreaming about sheep, and were back by dinner time. Today, sunday, I slept till 2 o'clock because I was completely dead after such an exhausting day. But it was worth it!