Ullswater, Britain. - Poem by Joyce Hemsley
Cumbrian Lakes have always been
the darling of this Nation,
For picturesque beauty in summertime
'Ullswater' is the destination.
Whether cruising along on the water
or taking a ramble for pleasure,
this winding Lake of grandeur
lends variety, whatever the weather!
Travelling carefree from Pooley Bridge
to the southern end of Glenridding
St. Sunday Crag stands out a mile,
as does Fairfield and Helvellyn.
'Though speed on the Lake is restricted,
sailing still brings many thrills, and the
National Trust has reserved with pride
the site of Wordsworth's ~Daffodils~.
(As per the map, Joyce Hemsley)
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