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Monday, May 24, 2004

Benjamin Bunny 

One morning a little rabbit
sat on a bank.

He pricked his ears and
listened to the trit-trot,
trit-trot of a pony.

So begins The Tale of Benjamin Bunny, by Beatrix Potter; first published 100 years ago this year, Benjamin is cousin of the ever popular Peter Rabbit.

In the summer prior to the stories publication, Beatrix Potter had stayed in the British Lake District and it was here that she sketched the background scenes for The Tale of Benjamin Bunny.

Apparently, Beatrix based Benjamin on one of her pets who she reportedly described as, "a very handsome tame Belgium rabbit...extremely fond of hot buttered toast, he used to hurry into the drawing room when he heard the tea bell!"

The Lake District in the north of England is a Mecca for walkers, climbers and artists; its beauty has been immortalised by the poet Wordsworth and hot buttered crumpets are still served for afternoon tea in the small lakeland villages. Worth a visit if your taking a holiday in the UK..

Wordsworth's tombstone in the churchyard of St Oswald's Church in Grasmere, is said to be one of the world's most visited literary shrines.
His famous poem 'The Daffodils' is reproduced below and a leaflet called 'Wordsworth's Lake District', describing the many places associated with Wordsworth, has been published by the Cumbria Tourist Board.

You can purchase a copy of The Tale of Benjamin Bunny, together with Lake District maps and guides, all at discounted on-line prices, from the Country Bookshop on the Activity Holidays Guide links page.


Daffodils Activity Holidays Guide Picture, Ashley Yan

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed - and gazed - but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

Sherpa are running a series of walking tours in the Lake District throughout the summer.

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