Kirkby Lonsdale, Cumbria

Kirkby Lonsdale is a pretty little market, just over the border in Cumbria as you make your way up the A65 towards the Lake District. Stone buildings snuggle up together throughout the town as it nestles above the River Lune.

Unfortunately we cannot the escape the car which litter the Main Street of Kirkby Lonsdale whichever angle you stand.

The Main Street is full of interesting independent shops, cafes and pubs. There’s a great variety including hardware shops, bakeries, clothing outlets and butchers. It has a lovely Tourist Information Office with a great selection of local crafts, for the ideal present or momento from Kirkby Lonsdale.

This is Mitchelgate, one of the pretty lanes in Kirkby Lonsdale, though the old phone camera doesn’t do it justice. Note to self: learn to use a proper digital camera and do the job properly! This was taken about 5pm on an early March evening (and a lot warmer than last week!)

This is the River Lune as it meanders past Kirkby Lonsdale. This is Ruskin’s View named after John Ruskin who praised it as “one of the loveliest views in England” and was painted J M W Turner. Today’s photo doesn’t do it justice, but it’s one of those views that is different every time you go there.

These are the Radical Steps leading for the River up to the churchyard and Ruskins View. There are some 86 steps of varying sizes and depths so you have to watch your step unless you’re a dog and can bound up them effortlessly. They were Radical as the good Dr Pearson was a Liberal and radical back in the early 19th century.

St Mary’s church just off the Main Street by the Sun Inn, where you can cross the churchyard to Ruskins View. It’s beautiful in spring with snowdrops and daffodils.

This is a little taster of Kirkby Lonsdale as there’s much more to show like Devils Bridge and the delightful street names. It’s well worth a visit to explore -it needs a morning or afternoon. Park down by Devils Bridge as there’s free unlimited parking, a brilliant little snack van that does great cups, no great mugs of tea and bacon butties. On most days, especially in the summer, the motorbikers gather here in large groups. Most of them are the more mature biker with the greying ponytail or no hair at all, who own Harley Davidsons, vintage bikes and all the ones in between. They are often seen clutching steaming mugs of the aforementioned tea and admiring each other’s bikes. Quite a sight!

More about Kirkby Lonsdale later. Hope you enjoyed this little snippet. I will get more sophisticated once I learn how to customise my new toy here, but please feel welcome to add comments or some feedback.

A Chilly Riverside Walk


This is my very first blog. My very first post. Scary.

I will write about my thoughts and observations as I wander around my little corner of England. Here’s my first test run – hope you like it.

A quick dog walk around our local river where there’s a lovely circular walk. The snow of the past week has melted, but behind dry stone walls and the shady areas, it still gathers and clings on. The river, though flowing, still had ice covering it, with fallen trees draped in icicles. It is quietly beautiful. The wind is keen, blowing still from the east, though the Beast from the East is losing its bite. Around these parts it’s known as a “Lazy Wind”. It would rather go through you rather than around you. Sums it up nicely.

It’s overcast this morning, with a black cloud gathering which soon catches us up and starts to gently sleet, though it’s more rain. Snowdrops hang in there and a few daffodils have actually bloomed and their sunny flowers bend in the harsh wind. Out of the teeth of the wind, it feels much warmer, but the wind chill sends it back below zero. I’m glad to be back in the warmth of the house, defrosting my frozen hands on a hot mug of steaming tea.