THE Lakeland poet William Wordsworth didn’t always get it right. ‘I wandered lonely as a cloud,’ he wrote. As any resident of Cumberland and Westmorland knows only too well, no cloud in the Lake District is ever lonely. Cumbrian clouds come in battalions, loaded with the rainfall that fills Windermere and Derwentwater. Where the poet was spot on is in his description of the joy engendered by those daffodils that were ‘fluttering and dancing in the breeze’.
Snowdrops earn our admiration for their bravery and their modest demeanour in the chilliest
