Wordsworth's Daffodils

When we came down to the lake on Sunday, I would have liked to take the students to Glencoyne Bay to experience "A host, of golden daffodils; beside the lake, beneath the trees, fluttering and dancing in the breeze."

It was not to be! Even in March, the good weather had brought hoards to the laybys in cars and campervans. A cool March Tuesday and things were so different. The lady expressed a love of daffodils, her favourite flower, so for her Course 2 day we did our photography exercises here.

The couple had made the best use of yesterday by experimenting with the settings they had been taught on Sunday. Just what we like to hear.