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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.
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.

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