Rowan’s Ground

After thoughts about sense of place and the naming of places I went for a wander in old familiar territory where everything has a name and a memory. The lion and the lamb (or, the woman playing the organ) are on the right, out of the frame. The Emminence or Stone-Man off to the left. Also Muggins Gap … I only ever heard G call it that and have found no evidence of it anywhere else.

Managed to stay dry although the heavens opened as I headed home and I was surprised by snow along Thirlmere.

Poems on the Naming of Places - William Wordsworth 
There is an Eminence

There is an Eminence,—of these our hills
The last that parleys with the setting sun.
We can behold it from our Orchard-seat;
And, when at evening we pursue our walk
Along the public way, this Cliff, so high
Above us, and so distant in its height,
Is visible; and often seems to send
Its own deep quiet to restore our hearts.
The meteors make of it a favourite haunt:
The star of Jove, so beautiful and large
In the mid heavens, is never half so fair
As when he shines above it. 'Tis in truth
The loneliest place we have among the clouds.
And She who dwells with me, whom I have loved
With such communion, that no place on earth
Can ever be a solitude to me,
Hath to this lonely summit given my Name.