Last week I was in the Lake District for some well-needed R & R. The weather was perfect; not hot enough to stop you walking up a fell, but still warm enough to wear a t-shirt. I ate far too much ice cream (as per usual) and had a fantastic time just relaxing and getting some fresh air.
What I didn’t expect was to fall in love with William Wordsworth. I know the name, I know he was a poet, and I’ve visited his grave in Grasmere, but a visit to Wordsworth House and Garden in Cockermouth really got my creative juices flowing. Situated at the end of the main street in Cockermouth, it looks like any other beautiful Georgian House painted a lovely pink colour, but once you’re inside, you’re transported to the Georgian era.
A wonderful volunteer named Peter conducted a tour around the house, and gave us an insight in to the world that the Wordsworth family lived in; from the dining room with no vegetables to eat (Georgians MUCH preferred meat!), to the children’s bedroom and the kitchen, every room was arranged to greet us how it would greet the family.
Now I don’t claim to be a wordsmith, nor can I quote lines from poetry, (except maybe one or two lines from Shakespeare), but I left thinking “I NEED a Wordsworth book of poems!” I picked one up in the shop, and haven’t put it down since. Before we left, there was a fabulous activity to try; stones with different words were laid out for visitors to rearrange and make their own poem. Like I said, I’m no wordsmith, but I was inspired by the fells of the Lake District…
Overall, we only spent a few hours in Cockermouth, but I’d happily return just to see Wordsworth’s house and look at any of the detail I missed. If you’re considering a visit, it’s well-worth it. Just remember to buy some lunch and sit by the river afterwards.