94 A Visit to Ingle ton. [Sess. 



the afternoon and evening, to the various places of interest 

 near at hand. In this way we visited the Beezley Falls, 

 an interesting series of cataracts. These are reached by pass- 

 ing through Baxengill gorge, which is overhung with trees, 

 and is considered one of the most impressive pieces of scenery 

 in this locality. Here caution is necessary, as the paths are 

 narrow and slippery in places, and accidents have happened. 

 Especially in following the path round the old slate quarry 

 the visitor should keep as far from the edge as possible, as the 

 loose slates are treacherous. 



Another charming walk is through Swillabottom to the 

 Pecca Falls and Thornton Force. Thanks to the Ingleton 

 Improvement Association, good paths have been formed, and 

 seats placed at short distances. Here the visitor can rest after 

 climbing some of the steep paths, and admire the exquisite 

 views that meet his eye, of waterfall, deep dark pool, and 

 glittering river, frowning precipice, and graceful trees, ferns, 

 and flowers. The Pecca Falls range from 5 to 20 feet in 

 height, and immediately after heavy rains, when the water 

 rushes in great volume down the glen, there are eight falls. 

 Ordinarily there are four or five. After passing a huge rock 

 in mid-stream called Cuckoo Island, in about a quarter of a 

 mile or less we reach Thornton Force, a fall of about 30 

 feet. At the left of the Force a thin spray of water rushes 

 out of the centre of the face of the rock. Thornton Force 

 flows through a naturally worn aperture in the rock, about 

 20 feet deep. This fall is more open to view, and safer for 

 sightseers, than the Pecca Falls. 



About 200 yards beyond Thornton Force is a wild rocky 

 pass, named Eaven Eay. This we unfortunately were unable 

 to see, for lack of time. One of our evening walks was to 

 Easgill, a very pretty little fall situated in a lovely little ravine, 

 about a mile from Ingleton. To reach it you pass through 

 a gate opposite the farmhouse of Yarlsber, near to a supposed 

 Eoman camp. A little brook flows through the ravine, which 

 is shaded by trees and shrubs, while ferns and wild-flowers 

 grow on the rocky banks ; and I noticed a number of the little 

 green rosettes of Primula farinosa amongst them. The path up 

 to the Fairy Fall, spanned by a natural arch of rock, was 

 muddy and slippery when we went, as the evening was wet. 



