WB Yeats wrote The Lake Isle of Innisfree in 1888. In the poem, one of his best known, he expresses his desire to walk away from the busy roads and “pavements grey” of busy, urban life and swap them for little more than a small cabin, a vegetable garden, a place where “peace comes dropping slow”. Sound familiar? Almost 135 years later, Yeats’s yearning feels as real and relevant to smartphone scrollers as it once did to those caught up in the whirlwind of industrialised Britain.
Yeats’s poem is about a small island in Ireland, but looking at pictures of Little Harp, a cottage in the Welsh Marches now on the market, one feels he could have been writing about this place. You’ll have to forgive us a little poetic license, for its walls are stone, not “of clay and wattles made”, but it is otherwise the perfect setting for his sanctuary – a place where bees and beans could thrive, where “midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow” (though we can’t vouch for the presence of linnets come gloaming…).





