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This episode is brought to you by a quick keen frost.

Tonight, we'll read the final excerpt in our series from Dorothy Wordsworth's personal journals.

This was one which she kept in the year 1805. It was published a century later in 1897.

Wordsworth was an English author, poet, and diarist. This particular journal was from a mountainous ramble, her and her brother took, around the lake district of Cumbria, England.

The story of this ramble, written by Dorothy, was afterwards incorporated in part by her brother William in his prose, description of the scenery of the lakes, and other instance of their literary co-partnery.

If you enjoy this episode, please check out the winter, spring, and summer journal episodes that aired recently, and our other episode featuring this author titled,

for steps a Scottish tour that we rebroadcast on January of 2023.

Let's get cozy, close your eyes, relax your body into the softness of your bed.

Now, take a few deep breaths.

Wednesday, November 7th.

On a damp and gloomy morning, we sat forward, William on foot, and I, upon the pony, with William's great coat slung over the saddle crutch, and a wallet containing our bundle of needments.

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