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A TOUR
IN WESTMORLAND
BY
SIR CLEMENT JONES
WITH A POEM BY MARGARET CROPPER
KENDAL:
TITUS WILSON & SON, LTD., 28, HIGHGATE,
Printers and publishers.
1948
The net profits from the sale of
this book will be given to
the National Trust
DEDICATION
To the Farmers of Westmorland, over whose
land my wife and I have enjoyed
“Better to hunt in fields for health unbought
Than fee a doctor for a nauseous draught.
The wise for cure on exercise depend,
God never made his work for man to mend.”
Dryden
[vii] | PREFACE No, this is not another book about the Lakes. It is about the other part of Westmorland that lies to the east of a line drawn north and south from Brougham to Kirkby Lonsdale. I should like to make that clear because when a man tells his South Country friends that his home is in Westmorland, so often comes the rejoinder: “O, you live in the Lakes.” The English Lake District, an area of about 30 miles square, comprising bits of Cumberland, Westmorland and Lancashire, has been described so well by so many excellent authors – W.G. Collingwood, Canon Rawnsley and H.H. Simmonds (to name but three of them) and has been presented to the public so delightfully in the words of W.T. Palmer, in the water-colours of A. Heaton Cooper and in the photographs of W.A. Poucher (to mention but three others) that there seems hardly any need or room at present for more books on that particular shelf. East Westmorland, on the other hand, is much less well documented, as I have found by enquiry in libraries. This book is merely an account of a walking-cum-motor tour made in the summer of 1947 through the eastern parts of the county. Architecture, historical monuments, birds, wild flowers and scenery were what we went out “for to see.” From the days of my childhood I have always enjoyed reading tale of travel and adventure; “Gulliver’s Travels” and “Alice’s Adventures” came first; later in life came “Pennant’s Tours,” “Cobbett’s Rides,” and “Gilpin’s Tours.” There is always “something doing” in these books – a sense of perpetual motion to be found in them. “I remount my horse,” writes Pennant, “and continue my journey along the side of the lake.” Soon, you are confident, he will arrive at a waterfall or a ruin or a Roman camp or meet a stranger or have an adventure of some sort and, sure enough, you will not be disappointed. Having now completed a tour, I can appreciate what great pleasure those old travellers must have had, and I do not wonder that they kept on walking and riding. The object of this book is to encourage others to explore that relatively less well-known part of Westmorland which lies outside the Lake District and is not usually visited by the main body of the British travelling public. The two principal works on the history and monuments of the county are Nicolson & Burn’s “History,” Vol. I, published in 1777, and the “Report on Westmorland” by the Royal Commission on Historical Monuments, published in 1936. Unfortunately, both of these large volumes are out of print and seldom to be found in bookshops. Therefore, for the benefit of those who may read this book I have made extracts from Nicolson & Burn which I hope will lead others on to see the beautiful and interesting places that we visited. Among the writers ancient and modern I find the former by far the most entertaining. In this I follow the great Richard Bentley, D.D., Master of Trinity, who wrote: “It may perhaps be further affirmed in favour of the Ancient, that the oldest books we have are still in their kind the best.” My old books on Westmorland are not “ancient” in the sense that Bentley meant, when he was writing about the “Epistles of Phalaris,” but my reason for quoting from them is the same as his, because they have “more race, more spirit, more force of wit and genius than any others,” and I have tried, as Bentley says he did, “to make the best use I can of both Ancients and Moderns.” In making this journey we received a great deal of kindness from a number of people whom I should like to thank collectively at this point and individually later on when I come to the place where we met them. But there are many others to whom I am most grateful, whose names I never knew – farmers, inn-keepers, postmen, who by showing us the way, by providing meals at awkward hours, by supplying local information, by telling amusing dialect stories, and in countless other ways, made our tour so pleasant. One of the greatest joys of walking among the fells and |
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[ix] | dales is that the traveller can
still find there a great deal of the old, friendly spirit of good fellowship
that the motorist can seldom know. And this, I think, is particularly true
if the traveller happens to have any previous links with the people of the
place. There are, I know, some who hold that no man is qualified to write a
book about a place unless he is bone of its bone and flesh of its flesh, but
I do not myself subscribe to this view. Surely the writings of the late Lord
Bryce about the American Commonwealth, and the books of André Maurois about
our own countrymen, particularly Colonel Bramble, are convincing enough
proof to the contrary. Nevertheless, I do think the “off-comer,” as we in
Westmorland term one who comes from and belongs to another part of England,
is at a disadvantage, at the outset at any rate, and that the man who has
got the requisite “bones” and “flesh,” so to speak, will be able to make
friends more quickly and in consequence get what information he may want for
his book. A distinguished native of Westmorland, Arthur Somervell, the musician, whose work obliged him to live in the South of England, told me once that he could say with truth that hardly a day ever passed in his life without his thinking of Westmorland; and if by any chance such an exception to his general rule should occur he felt quite ashamed of himself. In much the same way I can affirm my own faith. Wherever I am – in London or abroad – some memory of the north recurs each day. Walking down the Strand I am suddenly in Stramongate, and, to paraphrase a sentence in Religio Medici, I am in Westmorland everywhere and under any meridian. C.J. Godmond Hall, Burneside 11th November, 1947 |
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CONTENTS
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PREFACE |
page vii | |
POEM by Margaret Cropper |
page xv | |
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page 1 | |
CHAPTER II
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page 13 | |
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page 25 | |
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page 40 | |
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page 54 | |
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page 63 | |
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page 72 |
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page 82 | |
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page 93 | |
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page 99 | |
CHAPTER XI
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page 111 | |
BIBLIOGRAPHY | page 124 | |
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page 125 |
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LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
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From the painting by James Bateman, R.A. |
Frontispiece | |
From an engraving in Pennant’s Tour. |
Facing Page 29 |
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The remains of the Tudor Kitchen |
30 | |
WHARTON HALL, 1773 | 31 | |
WHARTON HALL, 1936 | 31 | |
WHARTON HALL, GATEHOUSE | 32 | |
PENDRAGON CASTLE, MALLERSTANG | 34 | |
LAMMERSIDE CASTLE, WHARTON | 34 | |
THOMAS, LORD WHARTON AND HIS TWO WIVES. Tomb effigies in Kirkby Stephen Church By permission of Controller, H.M. Stationery Office |
36 | |
LADY ANNE CLIFFORD, Countess of Pembroke By permission of the Trustees of the National Portrait Gallery |
40 | |
GEORGE CLIFFORD, EARL OF CUMBERLAND. Father of Lady Anne Clifford By permission of the Trustees of the National Maritime Museum |
42 | |
MARGARET RUSSELL, COUNTESS OF CUMBERLAND, Mother of Lady Anne Clifford. Effigy in Church of St. Lawrence, Appleby By permission of the Controller of H.M. Stationery Office. |
44 | |
RICHARD SACKVILLE,
EARL OF DORSET. First husband of Lady Anne Clifford By permission of the Trustees of the Victoria and Albert Museum |
46 | |
THE COUNTESS’S PILLAR, BROUGHAM By permission of the Controller, H.M.Stationery Office. |
48 | |
From W.A. Poucher’s The Backbone of England. |
56 | |
BROUGHAM CASTLE. River Eamont in foreground | 60 | |
ST. NINIAN’S CHURCH, BROUGHAM | 62 | |
BROUGH CASTLE AND CHURCH | 65 | |
[xiv] | APPLEBY CASTLE. The Keep kept up | Between pp. 66 and 67 |
BROUGH CASTLE. The Keep let down | ||
By permission of the Controller, H.M.Stationery Office. |
72 | |
APPLEBY CASTLE AND
ST. MICHAEL’S CHURCH From Pennant’s Tour. |
75 | |
By permission of the Controller, H.M.Stationery Office. |
78 | |
HIGH FORCE, MIDDLETON-IN-TEESDALE | 82 | |
HIGH CUP NICK.
Looking West From W.A. Poucher’s The Backbone of England. |
86 | |
From W.A. Poucher’s The Backbone of England. |
91 | |
NEAR BARRAS. Snow Plough being dug out, February, 1947 | 95 | |
NEAR BARRAS. Troops clearing a cutting, February, 1947 | 96 | |
By permission of the Controller, H.M.Stationery Office. |
102 | |
MIDDLETON HALL, GATEHOUSE. “The big gateway in the curtain wall.” By permission of the Controller, H.M.Stationery Office. |
104 | |
ALDERMAN WILLIAM THOMPSON of Underley Hall, Sometime MP for Westmorland From the painting by H.W. Pickersgill, R.A. By permission of the Governors of Christ’s Hospital. |
106 | |
DEVIL’S BRIDGE, KIRKBY LONSDALE By permission of the Controller, H.M.Stationery Office. |
110 | |
By permission of the Controller, H.M.Stationery Office. |
113 | |
By permission of the Controller, H.M.Stationery Office. |
118 | |
BEETHAM HALL. SOUTH SIDE. “The dining-hall is now a barn.” By permission of the Controller, H.M.Stationery Office. |
122 | |
MAP OF THE TOUR | At end | |
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EXPEDITION TO NORTH WESTMORLAND |
Thanks to Diane Coppard in Leicestershire for transcribing this! Reproduced by permission of Tim Clement-Jones.