Castlerigg – a mystery in stone

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo


The squeaking continued pretty much all the way, as we drove through the Yorkshire Dales, through the northern Edge of Lancashire and finally into Cumbria.  The landscape here is amazing in any weather, but with the snow laying thick on the hills and the colours of autumn below the snowline, it is simply breathtaking. We were still taking the long way round, though not as long as I would have liked with roads like Kirkstone Pass nagging away at memory.


Instead, we drove the lakeside route to Keswick where, I was assured, lunch would be worth waiting for. It was too. There is something truly comforting about traditional fish, chips and mushy peas, with a slice of buttered bread and a pot of properly brewed tea the colour of mahogany…it is just perfect on a cold and wintry day.


Keswick is a lovely little Lakeland town, nestled beside its lake…

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