IN HIS ‘Over Sands to the Lakes’ of 1860, Edwin Waugh went, perhaps, a little overboard in describing a stroll at Grange–Over-Sands.

“The grandest height near Grange is Hampsfell, at the rear of Yewbarrow," he wrote.

"Whosoever desires to see the country well ought to ascend at sunrise or sunset on a fine day when he may look upon a scene of such magnificence as is rarely met with in any land.

"The sturdy pedestrian should go out at the lower end of Grange and up the narrow, romantic glen called Lindal Lane till he comes to a farmhouse called Slack.

"This shady gorge is a little fairy-land, with coppiced woods of oak and hazel sprinkled with silver birch - those silver-robed ladies of the woods which, obedient to the bender’s will, are carefully cultivated for bobbin wood, hoops, wicker-work, and are great sources of employment to the people around.

"As the traveller winds through the sylvan scene, by changeful pleasure he meets with glimpses of the sea, and there is many a nook of mountain path where he may sit in cool shadow, listening to the wild birds which fill all the woods with their tuneful rejoicings."