Packing again

Reading back to my SA posts, feels like a long time ago. I still haven't written about Hermanus and Cape Town, the last glorious leg of our journey. I will do that soon, I'm just busy packing for the big move at the moment, and have much to do besides! 

For now, I will leave you with Wordsworth. An all-time favourite of mine, that now reminds me of both South Africa and England at the same time. Lizzie recited the first verse when we were walking in Hermanus.  

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.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed---and gazed---but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

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.