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course of the river, and part of the upper lake, with a full view
of Skiddaw: then I took my way through Portinscale village to the
park (Foe-park) a hill so called, covered entirely with wood; it
is all a mass of crumbling slate; passed round its foot, between
the trees and the edge of the water, and came to a peninsula that
juts out into the lake, and looks along it both ways; in front
rises Wallow-crag and Castle-hill, the town, the road to Penrith,
Skiddaw, and Saddle-back. After dinner walked up Penrith road,'
&c.
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STATION VII. Another select station for a morning view, is on
Latrig, a soft green hill that interposes between the town and
Skiddaw. The ascent is by Monk's-hall, leaving Ormathwaite on the
left, and following mountain road about due east till you
approach the gate in the stone-wall inclosure; then slant the
hill to the right, looking towards Keswick, till you gain the
brow of the hill, which exhibits a fine terrace of verdant turf,
as smooth as velvet. Below you, rolls the Greta, and, in its
course, visits the town before it joins the Derwent, where it
issues from the lake, and then their united streams are seen
meandering through the vale till they meet the floods of
Bassenthwaite, under the verdant skirts of Wythop brows.
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