Category: Martindale
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From Bombay to Martindale: The Unlikely Journeys of Andrew Wilson
A little taphophilic dabble in Martindale churchyard. I had heard about this gravestone and wanted to see it for myself. Beneath the lichen lies the story of Andrew Wilson, a journalist whose approach to convalescence left something to be desired. Born in Bombay in April 1830, Wilson began his journalistic career in India, editing the…
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Bengal Style in Martindale
Every second year I return to “The Bungalow”, the Earl of Lonsdale’s former shooting lodge in Martindale. The valley is peaceful enough that you could forget the Red Deer stags, who spend their nights in noisy rutting contests. October is when nature stops whispering. The name misleads and suits the place at once. “Bungalow” comes…
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Pikeawassa
The sun, in one of its rare moments, shines through a gap in the clouds, casting a spotlight upon the charmingly named Pikeawassa, a ridge of modest distinction dividing Martindale and Fusedale—perhaps two of the quietest dales in the Lake District. What history led to this delightful collision of syllables? The etymology of “Pikeawassa” is…
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The Bungalow
Another day, another fell. Today’s offering: Beda Fell overlooking Martindale, a place so tranquil one might almost forget the raucous spectacle of last night, when the local Red Deer stags continued to engage in their all-night rutting contests. Nature, it seems, never takes a night off. Now, let us move on to the red roofed…
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Martindale
I’ve been off-grid in the Lakes for a few days, specifically in Martindale, perhaps the most secluded and certainly the least touristy of the dales. Martindale drains into Ullswater. To get there you have to follow the east of the Lake from Pooley Bridge to Howtown then negotiate The Hause, a steep little pass with…
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Martindale Red deer
Too tired to move but alert and watching us closely. Up all night and day rutting and keeping rivals at bay. Bellows echoing around the fells.