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Windemere Crescent

Windemere Crescent, a new street added to the city plan in 1967

Windemere Crescent runs in a big U-shaped loop off the west side of Briarhill Drive north of Britannia Street.

Impressed by several new subdivisions going up in nearby cities, realtor Lloyd. F Drummond borrowed some of the street names for his new subdivision from London, Ont. Briarhill and Windermere (note the spelling) both were named in 1967 for streets in the Riverview Heights subdivision in London.

"Windermere Road" is a well-known street in London, providing access to University Hospital. Somewhere between London and Stratford, the first "r" was dropped. "Windemere" is the spelling on the 1967 Drummond plan, which was approved by the city. London's Windermere Road takes its name from Lake Windermere in Westmorland, England. Lake Windermere is the largest lake in the famous Lake District. The whole area is a national park and an important part of the British tourism industry. Source: Streets of Stratford 2004

William Wordsworth lived in this cottage overlooking Lake Windermere, England, from 1813 to 1850. The cottage and grounds are largely unchanged. William Wordsworth in the Lake District | Visit Cumbria

Wordsworth and his family and gardener planted hundreds of daffodils after his daughter Dora died in 1847. It was earlier in his life that he wrote his famous poem about daffodils.

William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud

William Wordsworth (1802)

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.

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