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[how]ever, easy and agreeable enough. The road skirts the western bank. The crags which are sprinkled or heaped about the head of the lake are very fine. They jut out from the mountain side, or stand alone on the green slopes, or collect into miniature mountain clusters, which shelter tiny dells, whence the sheep send forth their bleat. There is a white house conspicuous at the head of the lake which is not the inn, however the tired traveller may wish it were. The inn at Mardale Green is a full mile from the water; and sweet is the passage to it, if the walker be not too weary. The path winds through the levels, round the bases of the knolls, past the ruins of the old church, and among snug little farms, while, at one end of the dale is the lake, and the other is closed in by the passes to Kentmere and Sleddale; and the great Pikes tower on either hand. The stream which gushes here and pauses there, as it passes among rough stones or through a green meadow, comes down from Small Water, reinforced by a brook from Blea Water on High Street, which joins the other a little above Mardale.
Dun Bull, Mardale
The hostess at Mardale Green Inn will make her guests
comfortable with homely food and a clean bed: and the host
will, if necessary, act as guide up the passes. The small
green level which from the mountains looks such a mere
speck, is of some importance at a distance. It actually
sends 3,000 pounds of butter weekly to Manchester by the
railway. The carrier's waggon picks up the baskets from the
scattered dwellings in the dale, and transmits no less than
thirty cwts. per week to the Manchester folk.
|-- Dun Bull|
|-- Hawes Water|
|-- Holy Trinity Church|