"Here is another view of Buttermere Lake. One who has often visited this region and has seen Buttermere from almost every point of view says of it and its surroundings: 'Like a soft slab of slate the lake stretched from the fringe of tree-tops before to the stony scrubby hillside opposite. Save where coots and waterhens played by the sedges and rooty river mouths, the surface was calm. The light rain merged into the water without splash or circle. The hillsides are furrowed into ravines; dark and gaping they split the festive green swathes of summer tide. Down these hollows dash lively rivulets playing hide-and-seek, mazily threading through shadow of alder and rowan, by groves of flowering hawthorns, now lost in the depths of a gill (gorge), now spouting in lively haste over a ledge curtained with fern and bracken.' It is a rare pleasure to visit Buttermere, especially just after a rainstorm."
