William Wordsworth was born in Cockermouth not far from where we slept last night. This morning we visit his house which came recommended by Tom, our landlord in Kinsale in Ireland.This is a pretty town with brightly painted houses and interesting pubs. We had dinner in the Trout Hotel last night. Sharon had trout. She ordered parsnip crisps which came late and the waiter said to her with a twinkle, “You can slap me for them being late!” When he came back a little later he asked how the parsnip crisps were and we said they were great and quite “moreish”, So he came back with another bowl and said it was for being late with the first!!
“The use of travelling is to regulate imagination by reality, and instead of thinking how things may be, to see them as they are.” – Samuel Johnson