I recently read an article about how something as devastating as a fire sweeping through the former home of William Wordsworth can be turned around to become an exciting and unique restoration project.
Allan Bank, one of the poet’s Lake District homes which once burst with creativity and reform, is now open to the public for the first time in 200 years and offers an amazing experience not just to enjoy the building, but to be a part of its future. Instead of dutifully filing past ropes and no entry signs, we are all invited in to play!
The National Trust has opened the doors to the house before the full restoration so you can just go in and explore. Make yourself a cuppa and sit by the fire with a good book while the kids tear around, or investigate the grounds. You can even pick up a pencil and write on the walls – tell them what you think. Or perhaps you’ll be inspired to write your own masterpiece. And if that’s not a good excuse for a poem, I don’t know what is. Here is Mr Wordsworth’s most famous for a lovely sunny day:
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.
Find out more about Allan Bank here.