OK, so when I visited the Lake District last month there weren’t exactly any daffodils, but there were plenty of lonely clouds, vales and hills so three out of four ain’t bad.
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.