Furness

Four miles north of Lancaster, on a rising ground called Bowton, we had a full view of Cartmel Sands, with here and there a passenger riding over them, it being low water.

The points of Furness shooting far into the sea, and lofty mountains partly covered with clouds extending north of them.

Lancaster also appeared very conspicuous and fine, for its most distinguished features, the castle and church, mounted on a green eminence, were all that could be seen.

Woe is me.

There are no ornaments of arms, etc., anywhere to be seen.

Within, it is lightsome and spacious, but not one monument of antiquity or piece of painted glass is left.

From the churchyard, there is an extensive sea view, for now the tide had almost covered the sands and filled the river, and besides the greatest part of Furness, I could distinguish Peel Castle on the Isle of Foudrie, which lies off its southern extremity.

The town is built on the slope and at the foot of the Castle Hill, more than twice the bigness of Auckland, with many neat buildings of white stone, but a little disorderly in their position, and ad libitum, like Kendal.