Unleash your inner poet – like my friend Chloe did

28 Jul
Old friends: Chloe and Fletch

Reunited: Chloe and Fletch

An old friend of mine came to visit Wordsworth House and Garden for work experience last week and thoroughly enjoyed taking part in one of our “unleash your inner poet” workshops led by my pal Dave Cryer, the storyteller. (See note at end for details of upcoming sessions!)

The last time I saw Chloe was when she came to the launch of her grandma Alex’s novel Tandem, which was held in the house a few months ago. Before that, I hadn’t seen her since a couple of years ago, when her dad and step-mum became the first couple ever to get married in the house.

Chloe spent her week with us helping in the house, reception, café and shop. I’m going to hand you over to her, so she can tell you about the highlights herself…

Even though I was 150 miles away from my home town, I felt just as at home in Wordsworth House. Meeting my friend Fletch again kind of sparked my imagination, and I made up millions of things that he could have seen or heard – for example, the birds in the sky migrating or the adults’ laughter if they were hit on the head by an apple off one of the trees!

On my second day, I got to dress up and become a costumed maid. At first I was not looking forward to it – I felt that I’d look like a right numpty – but the visitors enjoy the atmosphere in the kitchen (and the tasters on the side) so they make you feel appreciated and you fit straight in.

Gwen (who was dressed as Amy, the maid-of-all-work) taught me how to decorate the food for the table, even the chocolate tart that looked like it had a sausage hidden in it (not sure how that happened – it really was all chocolate).

Keith (the manservant) taught me how to make clap bread. I enjoyed it so much that I forgot to keep an eye on the time and ran over into lunch. Whoops!

Later in the week I was in costume again. This time Julia (the other maid) decorated the food and I got to place it on the dining room table as the Wordsworths would have eaten it, while also helping Gwen make yummy celery fritters.

Then, still dressed as a maid, I headed for the garden, where I met Fletch’s new girlfriend Little Bo Peep and her sheep. Dave, one of the volunteers, was leading a poetry workshop all about where William Wordsworth got his inspiration from. Dave read out a lovely poem and asked us about our inspiration, then we wrote one of our own. If my evil grandma Alex has her way, my poem will be put on the poetry tree.

Note from the evil grandma (who also works as Fletch’s typist): Dave will be leading sessions on Wednesday, July 30 and August 6, 13 and 20 at 11.30am and 2.30pm. They are free with entry to the house – so why not come along and join in? Your poem could end up on our poetry tree too!

Leaves of literature: The Wordsworth House poetry tree

Leaves of literature: Our poetry tree

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