Ode to Autumn: From Pooley Bridge (almost) to Aira Force
At eve: how softly then Doth Aira force, that torrent hoarse Speak from the woody glen! (William Wordsworth, The Somnambulist, 1833) The second of three autumnal meditations this year took us on a Hidden Literary Lakeland walk in search of the Ullswater Way. I often like to catch an Ullswater Steamer from Glenridding to…