It's a standing joke between Dave and I that I always wanted to go to the Lake District in the spring to see the daffodils and he said I should wait until after Tom was born. Well now some 28 years on I don't have to travel anywhere to see my own 'host, of golden daffodils'. This year there really are a crowd of them .... right here at Hill Farm:
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
Wordsworth
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