Time for a cultural interlude
I wandered lonely on a bleak high hill,but not as lonely as a Lakeland cloud.
Nor did I see a single daffodil,
despite my reading Wordsworth out aloud.
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but not as lonely as a Lakeland cloud.
Nor did I see a single daffodil,
despite my reading Wordsworth out aloud.
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Comments (21)
That's the kitchen shop, isn't it?
You're either fibbing about that, or fibbing about being a Northerner.
All I know about Wordsworth is that he wrote a poem about daffodils, and one -I seem to think- about London in the early morning.
I really don't have any experience of literary greats; I have started one or two so called classics, but can't think of one that I persisted with. I can only give you the same trite advice you would get from many others here: just read what you like.
You should ask Jac while she's here, I think she is hot on that sort of thing. She will know more than I do.
But that was actually a genuine question more so a trick one.
saw it being done as a Yorkshire thing, just thought you might of known the telling behind it.
That's why I mentioned it.
It was at a wedding, seems part of their tradition for the bride to drink for a wellie
I watched it on Emmerdale farm
I know its a tradition, I'm sure I've heard it before, and ok" perhaps I'm wrong to assume its a Yorkshire one because of Emmerdale
maybe sip and pass the wellie ought be done in here lol
Apologies Harb, for disturbing you blog