Beatrix Potter’s

Gregory came to spend a week with us on the 13th. He fulfils my idea of the perfect guest: he knows when to appear and when to disappear. Better than that, we are always glad when he makes re-entry.

We went down to the Lake District for two days. The weather behaved itself, and it wasn’t yet the tourist season, despite it being Bank Holiday. This is a special part of England, though I imagine when my grandmother and Uncle John were there in 1932, it still had remnants of William Wordsworth in some local peoples’ attitudes. We went to his Dove Cottage. It’s amazingly small, really tiny proportions. We weren’t put off when the youngish guide eased into

 

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