I can see you, when i close my eyes, standing by Winder mere gazing into the water. The Ducks must be going wild! The warm air blowing them in, the waters edge lush with grass and foxglove.
However beautiful this seems it doesn't compare to the beauty you behold, and that i shall behold again soon.
Spring in Plymouth has crept up quicker, I'm sure, than that of the lake district. The sun has begun to shine hotter and longer, slowly but surely.
When have you decided to return to the southern shore? Has your visit reached its end?
I look forward to hear of your return.
yours
Walter
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