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.
Even Wordsworth would find himself lost for words if he wandered into the Fens.
For at Walpole Cross Keys, near Sutton Bridge, the fields are carpeted with blooms.
A sea of yellow stretches as far as the eye can see close to the Norfolk - Lincolnshire border, with thousands and thousands of flowers dancing in the breeze.
It’s a spectacular sign that spring is well and truly on its way.
Or as Wordsworth put it: “For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood, they flash upon that inward eye which is the bliss of solitude and then my heart with pleasure fills and dances with the daffodils.”
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