The road ahead is so uncertain.... #7

[naej]

" 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."

It,s hard to beat the Lake District when the sun shines- a rarity from my visits but looks like the sun shone on the righteous for Lan.