spreading meadows, whose depth of grass make a perfect 

 paradise for sheep and kine. As we come down towards 

 the shore, the long narrow lake stretches before us like a 

 river, the part nearest us turned into frosted silver by the 

 sunlight and ripple. Waterhead Hotel stands by the lake 



J3 side as you enter Coniston. 



A question will now arise whether time can be afforded 

 for an excursion on the lake, either by the steam gondola or 

 by row-boat. If our tourists have started early this cer- 

 tainly can be done while luncheon or dinner is prepared.' 

 The lake is described in our Coniston Section ; as regards 

 the luncheon we doubt not it will deserve equal praise in 

 its way. It should be stated that the return journey by 

 the new road over Oxenfell is considerably shorter than that 

 by Tilberthwaite, but not so interesting. 



Both roads leave Coniston in the same direction, but the 



^5^ Tilberthwaite Valley diverges by a steep pitch on the left, 

 just before reaching High "^^eb^bale farm, and enters upon 

 the wild fell-road that carries you up the right bank of the 

 stream towards 3?tlbettl)iMaite, past the rubbish heap of a 

 copper-mining * level ' and vast debritic accumulations from 

 long abandoned slate quarries. If time did not press, it 



fc were worth your while to leave your carriage and clamber 

 up the fell side here to examine the curious rocky chambers 

 left by the old slate workers, and, a little farther up, a 

 magnificent ravine and waterfall, almost utterly unknown 

 to the tourist. But here your road brings you to the 

 top of the Horse Crag, with a wall of living rock on your 

 left, and a sheer descent of more feet than you would like 

 to fall, with the beck brawling far below on your right, and, 

 directly in front, the lovely little basin-like valley of Tilber- 

 thwaite — 



* Urn-like it is in shape — deep as an urn ! ' 



