: Lake For Sale
23rd October 2013
William, on that old grey stone,
the length of half a day,
sit you thus alone,
your time away?”
One morning thus, by Esthwaite
When life was sweet, I knew not why,
me my good friend Matthew spake,
And thus I made
Ask not wherefore, here, alone,
Conversing as I may,
I sit upon this old grey
And dream my time away.
that doesn't quite make sense to you, it could be because a few verses
have been omitted. See Expostulation
and Reply for William Wordsworth's complete poem.
people think of the Lake District as a lovely place
to visit providing it is not raining Some welcome the drama of the damper weather. However,
your own lake, you can enjoy it in
full sunshine and then quickly learn about the pleasures
to be experienced whilst the lake is being refilled. Or,
indeed in the right season, delight in what Wordsworth
splitting fields of ice.
like Wordsworth, you, too, wish to dream your time
maybe you prefer to have a more active and commercial
where better than on your very own lake in
this greenest of pleasant lands?
have the rare unique
opportunity to acquire a 15 year lease on
the largest privately owned lake in the Lake District,
acre lake plus land of approximately 7 acres.
- Café in a
Victorian boathouse with a fish and Beatrix Potter theme.
fishery in the summer and a coarse fishery in
It is the most significant pike
water in the country, boasting the English record.
to a wide variety of resident wild life, including
otters and osprey.
to Beatrix Potter's Jeremy Fisher, the waistcoat
wearing, newspaper reading, copyright protected, gentleman frog.
start point for the BOOTboys Esthwaite Round
Water Visitor Centre entrance
your own child, £1.22 per lb
will not be alone in your desire to own a lake in the
Lake District, especially one with a BOOTboys connection. But hurry, time is limited. There is much
interest in this opportunity and bidding is expected
to take place on Ebay
on 15th November.
further information visit these websites:
This is an all weather walk. Stout
boots and waterproof clothing strongly recommended.
Frilly knickers or thermal undies? You decide.
The description below gives
a (not necessarily totally accurate) impression of the walk,
not detailed directions. It is no substitute for
the OS 1:25k map plus compass, gps or sunstone.
undertaking some or all of this walk does so at his
or her own risk, is totally responsible for his or her
own actions and no liability whatsoever shall be construed
against any BOOTboy
for errors, omissions or otherwise misleading comments
or any other matters leading to loss of life, limb,
mind, virtue or wallet.
from the Boathouse Café.
Seek the path that runs south alongside
the lake but if the weather is too bad,
go back in for a brew and try again later.
Repeat as necessary.
the Beatrix Potter path south. Most
of the walkway boards over the many wet
bits are mesh covered and quite safe. But
the odd one isn't.
the stream is in spate you need to decide
whether you are in the Greg Rutherford class
of long jumpers.
not, then head up to the road, climb over the
wire on the wall (careful, gentlemen), cross
the stream then same in reverse (ditto
warning) to regain the path.
the bottom of the lake, follow the road
up to Far Sawrey where, if you wish (mandatory
if you are Japanese), visit the Beatrix
Potter house, otherwise take the bridle
path up to Moss Eccles Tarn.
to Wise Een Tarn where you have a decision
option is to take the trail to Wraymires
Tarn but to do so you will have to pass
a no-entry sign, climb a locked gate and
negotiate a field containing bulls and,
even more dangerous, cows with calves.
more law abiding and self preserving individuals
will continue along the bridle path, noting
Highs Moss Tarn on your right before taking
a path to your left which soon joins another
trail heading west down towards Hawkshead.
the paths and fields into Hawkshead itself
where, if you can drag yourself away from
the shops, cafés, pubs and other
attractions, lunch can be taken on a convenient
bench outside St
Michael and All Angels
under an umbrella can be a great help.
decision now needs to be taken.
is a logical route up round Hawkshead Moor
but if the rain persists, go out the back
of the church yard, along to Roger Ground
then drop down towards the road to the
west of the lake.
To minimise the effect of
the rain, run
along the road to the Loweswater Brewery.
not be confused. Loweswater beer is
brewed at Hawkshead, not Loweswater. Hawkshead
beer is brewed in Staveley, not Hawkshead.
Where is Staveley beer brewed? Anyway,
be prepared for disappointment. It
is a micro brewery but not a pub.
running again until you are back at the
Boathouse Café. Call in to
dry off and have another cup of tea. Alternatively
jump into your car and head for the Cuckoo
Brow Inn (formerly the Sawrey Hotel) for
a pint. Or another cup of tea if you
completing the BOOTboys
Esthwaite Round, you must now decide how much you intend
to offer for the 15 year rights.
forget, the auction is 15th November unless previously
sold so if you are very keen, it might be wise to have
a chat with the owner somewhat sooner.
23rd October 2013
Horseshoe behind Latterbarrow
Cuckoo Brow Inn
Michael and All Angels Church
23rd October 2013
climbed in feet:
(Memory Map / OS)
Don, James, Mike
routes are put online in gpx format which
should work with most mapping software. You can follow
our route in detail by downloading bb1337 .
discover which Wainwright top was visited on which BB outing
- although it may not be that up to date - see: Which
For the latest totals of the mileages and heights (ditto) see: BB Log.
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William, on that old gray stone,
Thus for the length
of half a day,
Why, William, sit you thus alone,
And dream your time away?
are your books?
— that light bequeathed
else forlorn and blind!
Up! up! and drink the spirit
From dead men to their kind.
look round on your Mother Earth,
As if she for no
purpose bore you;
As if you were her first-born
And none had lived before you!"
morning thus, by Esthwaite lake,
When life was sweet,
I knew not why,
To me my good friend Matthew spake,
And thus I made reply:—
eye—it cannot choose but see;
We cannot bid the
ear be still;
Our bodies feel, where'er they be,
Against or with our will.
less I deem that there are Powers
Which of themselves
our minds impress;
That we can feed this mind of
In a wise passiveness.
you, 'mid all this mighty sum
Of things forever
That nothing of itself will come
we must still be seeking?
ask not wherefore, here, alone,
Conversing as I
I sit upon this old gray stone,
my time away."
Incessant rain was falling,
or the frost
with keen and silent tooth;
And, interrupting oft
that eager game,
From under Esthwaite's
splitting fields of ice
The pent-up air,
struggling to free itself,
Gave out to meadow grounds
like the noise
Howling in troops
along the Bothnic Main