Before the church was built at Rydal, those who died there were carried along the coffin path to be buried at Grasmere. And this path went past the cottage I lived in during my time at the Wordswoth Trust.

Coffin Path Poem

My habit of late-light walking
will mirror my life, how in its twilight
I'll rush out saying, how beautiful –
has it been like this all day?

From Intimates (Jonathan Cape, 2005), ? Helen Farish 2005, used by permission of the author and the publisher.

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