MA 1581.233, p. [6]

Tree with its dark shadow, and the elegant creature
as fair as a Spirit.
Friday Nov 9^th

It rained till near ten o’clock, but
a little after that time, it being likely for a tolera-
-bly fine day, we packed up bread and cold meat, and,
with Luff’s servant to help to row, set forward in the
Boat. As we proceeded the day grew finer – clouds
and sunny gleams on the mountains. In a grand
Bay under Place Fell we saw three Fishermen with
a Boat dragging a net, and rowed up to them.
They had just brought the net ashore, and hun-
-dreds of fish were leaping in their prison. They
were all of one kind, what are called Skellies.
After we had left them the Fishermen continu-
-ed their work, a picturesque group under the
lofty and bare crags; the whole scene was very
grand, a raven croaking on the mountain above
our heads. – Landed at Sanwick – the man took
the Boat home, and we pursued our journey
towards the village along a beautiful summer
path, at first through a copse by the Lake
side, then through green fields – the Village and
Brook very pretty, shut out from mountains and
Lakes – it reminded me of Somersetshire – Passed
by Harry Hebson’s house – I longed to go in for
the sake of former times. W^m went up one side