It was with a degree of surprise and the effect of biblically moist weather that we found ourselves being guided around Dove Cottage......of all places....along with a gaggle of similarly dampened 'elders'. However.....gotta say.....despite deep-seated misgivings about this sort of activity and an almost pathological resistance to the like...ahem....*whispers behind own hand* I reluctantly enjoyed the Wordsworth experience... Enlivened by the affair, we then decided to complete the silliness of the deluged day by going in search of all things Beatrix Potter......I know.....However, our imperished souls were saved by accidental entrance into a Hawkshead emporium of surreal character. A walking stick called Brian was purchased along with some pretty rocks....
Don't ask....Bonzo Dog lyrics were quoted / swapped with the ukulele strumming shopkeeper and we collected a parking ticket on our way to a date with some Hungarian Goulash in the Keswickian Dog and Gun. Ho hum....
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