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castle, the beginning of the Penrith fishing. For a 

 long distance there is still, deep water. Circles were 

 incessantly made by the fish, but it being a perfect calm, 

 although the water was very brown, no fish were put in 

 our creels. The opposite bank is steep and rocky, 

 probably one hundred feet high, and clothed with trees ; 

 and after two fields were passed the bank on our side 

 took the same character. 



Our principal object in starting on the first evening 

 was to reach a place called Catsclint, but rain prevented 

 us from reaching it. It is a perpendicular rock over a 

 deep pool, and to enable anglers to pass along it there are 

 holes chiselled in the rock for the feet, and hooks are 

 inserted for the hands. Now, to an angler with stockings 

 on, and carrying his rod, basket, and landing net (unless 

 he is young and has no nerves), this is no easy task ; but, 

 to avoid it, a steep climb and a corresponding descent 

 must be made, in all a detour of half a mile. We 

 decided not to face these difficulties, but to take the train 

 to Lazonby, and this we did the next morning. 



The "Joiners' Arms " at Lazonby is a clean little inn, 

 close to the river, and useful for a glass of beer or 

 lemonade, but there are no bedrooms, or it would do very 

 well to stay at for a few days. At a distance of half a 

 mile on the opposite side stands Kirk Oswald, and judging 

 by the slated roofs among the trees, this seems to be a 

 better place than Armathwaitc. The river above the 

 bridge runs through fields free from trees, and is easy to 

 fish, but there are only two or three really good streams. 

 Below, excepting the first field, it is very rocky and in 



