Lake District

Cowes To Coniston

Cowes to Coniston


It is that time of year when Inside the Mind of Davy D is feeling a bit like sawdust and time to take a break and recharge the batteries. For the next three weeks I will be wandering around the Isle of Wight and the Lake District having a bit of rest, recuperation and a search for more poetry.

There will be no more posts until Monday the 23rd April 2018, but please do feel free to peruse the site. I will still be popping in on your blogs and reading all your excellent stuff (WiFi permitting) and leave these excellent words from Buddha to dwell on.

” Your work is to discover your world and then with all your heart give yourself to it.”

Poetic Beats #3

Poetic Beats

Welcome to this weeks Poetic Beats with Howard B and Davy D, recorded on the 31st of July 2017 on Red Kite Radio.

In this weeks edition, Mr. Bond and I take a stroll through the beautiful Lake District with William Wordsworth and one of his most famous poems, Daffodils. This wasn’t the title that Wordsworth gave the poem. To find out more and to hear some other fascinating facts about the poem, and the poet, have a listen to the programme.

To hear the recording, please press the arrow on the left of the sound bar below.

I look forward to hearing your thoughts.

Composed Upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802


On the last Thursday of each month Poetry Spotlight will share some of my favourite poems. This will include poems which have impacted on me at various stages of my life and poetry I have discovered on Social Media, through the excellent blogs I read daily.

The first poem in this feature is William Wordsworth’s, Composed Upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802.

The poem has meaning for me for several reasons. I was born 10 miles from Wordsworth’s birthplace in the Lake District. His poetry was a part of the school curriculum and this was one of his first poems I was introduced to.

As a young boy, the poem would bring visions of standing on Westminster Bridge, savouring Wordsworth’s view across the Thames and the lure and bright lights of London. Little did I know that in February 1983 the visions would become reality when I became a police officer in the city.

Over the next 30 years I lost count of the number of times I stood on Westminster Bridge and recited the words of the poem. As time progressed the meaning of the poem changed as, through my work, I was exposed to the dark underbelly hidden in London.

Standing on the bridge, watching the Thames flow by and replaying Wordsworth’s vision, in 1802, always brought a sense of peace and calm, a reminder there were still

The West Cumbrian Peacock Mystery

An emerging theme from the coursework reading focuses on sharpening your senses and awareness.

In the Creative Writing Coursebook, (p.20) Julia Bell states that, “in order to construct vivid, believable narratives a writer needs to develop a sharp eye for details in the world around them, details that are often easy to miss in the hustle and bustle of everyday life.”

I have just returned from a break visiting family in the Lake District and thought I would share the following narrative and observations for comment.

Whilst on an early morning walk I encountered a large peacock. This is not an unusual occurrence in the Lake District, except the encounter occurred in a residential area, not a habitat where peacocks are usually found.

As I was walking, the peacock appeared from the driveway of a house, walked alongside me for about 30 seconds, then strutting off into another residential garden.

Later that morning at breakfast I was relaying this story to Mrs.D. and my mother. My mother informed me that this was commonplace as the peacock belonged to a local family and had been around the area for 17 years. The following conversation then took place.