I came across this photojournalist Robin Hammond. These powerful images are from his collection The price of gold: Zimbabweans risking it all for a better life. Very helpful with my dissertation!
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.
Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed--and gazed--but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.
My recent day trip took me to St Monans a small fishing village, where we visited the East Pier Smokehouse. They smoke a whole range of goods from fish and meat to chocolate and beetroot. The cute wee village and smokehouse is well worth a visit!
