It is with great sadness that, in line with government decree, we are closing Rydal Mount to visitors. The garden looks at its best in April, May and June and so we will continue to share images of spring at Rydal Mount.
2020 is an important year for William Wordsworth, being the 250th anniversary of his birth, and also important for Rydal Mount, marking the 50th year since the house opening. Although our physical celebrations for April have been disrupted we will not be deflected from celebrating Wordsworth, especially when his message is so relevant to our current day.
Please keep an eye on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter and the Blog for more details.
Otherwise we look forward to seeing you at Rydal Mount later in this year, and wish you continued health during these difficult times.
The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;—
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not. Great God! I’d rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.