Not so tumultuous a brook

Upon the Forest-side in Grasmere Vale
There dwelt a Shepherd, Michael was his name . . .
 
We went to Grasmere (choosing the only dull day of what has been a lovely week!!) and climbed up to Greenhead Gill to where Michael built his sheepfold, only he never finished it.
 
Today the gill was not the 'tumultuous brook' that Wordsworth describes in his poem, neither did we see the 'straggling heap of unhewn stones' and the views were not that brilliant either with the cloud and mist, but it was good to be up there with very few other people.
 
 
And later we visited Dove Cottage and realised just how long ago was our last visit. Amazing to be able to wander round the cottage alone. It's not often you can do that anywhere in Grasmere, which is probably why we rarely go. A good day, despite the cloud.