Weekend, Windermere, Wordsworth and other wamblings

My love took me to Bowness-on-Windermere for a Valentines weekend. The hotel was gorgeous, complete with seriously excellent menu and chocolate/champagne/rose combo awaiting us in the bedroom. But even more beautiful was the place itself, and I am still in a dream over it all. What follows is my record, so that I never forget, but my meanderings are very unlikely to interest anybody else. Out of charity I cut and cut again!

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Inevitably, that which is truly important can't be written down. How wonderful of him to have arranged all this!