And breathe

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My intentions this weekend were very good.

I had planned to pre-write several blog posts and set them all on timers, ready to post this week while I relax and breathe and soak up some fresh Welsh air.

Then life got in the way, and so I’m leaving you for a week with a bit of a ‘gone fishing’ sign.

Sometimes it’s good to take a break, to go and wander among the daffodils, and so, instead of all those posts, I’m going to leave you with the wonderful poetry of William Wordsworth. Until 4th July….

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.

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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.

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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:

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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.