MA 1581.233, p. [4]

black Yew Trees on the crag above Luff’s house were
striking objects, close under or seen through the
flying mists. I do not know what to say of
Blowick; for to attempt to describe the place
would be absurd when you for whom I write have
been there, or may go thither as soon as you like.
When we stood upon the naked Crag upon the Com-
-mon overlooking its ^x woods & bush-besprinkled fields,
the Lake, Clouds, and Mists were all in motion to
the sound of sweeping winds – the Church and Cottages
of Patterdale scarcely visible from the brightness
of the thin mist. Looking backwards toward
the Foot of the Water the scene less visionary –
Place Fell steady and bold as a lion – the whole
Lake driving down like a great river – waves
dancing round the small Islands. We walked
to the house; the Owner was salving sheep in
the barn – an appearance of poverty and decay
every where; – he asked us if we wanted to pur-
-chase the estate. We could not but stop fre-
-quently both in going and returning to look at
the exquisite beauty of the woods opposite. The
general colour of the trees was dark brown,
rather that of ripe hazel nuts; but towards

x N.B. The fields ^{& woods}^belonging to the Farm of Blowick.