I noticed that today's sunset was at exactly four o'clock and I was reminded of Thomas De Quincey's words:
Surely everyone is aware of the divine pleasures which attend a wintry fireside; candles at four o'clock, warm hearthrugs, tea, a fair tea-maker, shutters closed, curtains flowing in ample draperies to the floor, whilst the wind and rain are raging audibly without ...
De Quincey lived for a time at Dove Cottage in Grasmere, after his friends the Wordsworths had moved out, and it is easy to imagine him holed up in the cosy cottage for the winter.
De Quincey lived for a time at Dove Cottage in Grasmere, after his friends the Wordsworths had moved out, and it is easy to imagine him holed up in the cosy cottage for the winter.