MA 1581.233, p. [1]

a mountainous ramble
by D Wordsworth
sister to the poet.

November 1805

William and Mary returned from Parkhouse by the Patter-
dale road along with M^r and M^rs Clarkson, having
made a delightful excursion of three days. They had
engaged that W^m and I should go to Mr Luff’s
on Wednesday or Thursday if the weather conti-
nued favorable. It was not very promising on
Wednesday; but, having been fine for so long a time,
we thought that there would not be an entire change
all at once, therefore on a damp and gloomy morn-
ing we set forward, W^m on foot, and I upon the
pony with W.’s great coat slung over the saddle
crutch and a wallet containing our bundle of
“needments.” As we went along the mists gathered
upon the vallies, and it even rained all the
way to the head of Patterdale; but there was
never a drop [two words cancelled, illegible] upon my habit larger
than the smallest pearls upon a Lady’s ring.
The trees of the larger Island upon Rydale
Lake were of the most gorgeous colours, the
whole Island reflected in the water, as I remember
once in particular to have seen it with dear