The vale of Lyvennet : $b its picturesque peeps and legendary loreBland, John Salkeld
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The vale of Lyvennet : $b its picturesque peeps and legendary lore
Bland, John Salkeld
Cumbria (England) -- Description and travel
and warning the inhabitants below to prepare for the approaching danger.
Castlesteads, about half a mile further east, is an elevated plateau
of rock, having a sloping level surface of about half an acre, covered
with bent and moss. On nearly every side it presents an escarpment of
rock from three to fifteen feet high; along the top of this has been a
rude wall or barricade of stone to serve partly as a defence against
attack, or more likely as a fence to enfold horses and cattle. Within
it on the south side are two oblong enclosures about twenty yards long
by eight each, and on the north-west side is a large pile of stones as
though it may have been a rude tower. This elevation is situated in a
hollow and immediately all round it is an impassable plain of rocks
and chasms. These are continued, more or less similar, for a mile or
more on every side; so that this stronghold could only be gained by
horses and cattle by circuitous windings, known only to those most
familiar with the locality. In this place and others similar, then, in
ages past, we may conclude that in times of invasion or when marauders
ravaged the country, the inhabitants of Orton and Crosby would remove
their cattle and other goods for security, which it certainly would
afford, if such were to be had; first, from its secluded situation,
for, unless previously known, it would escape discovery, and if known,
a few men well armed and familiar with the crags would have baffled
and perhaps overcome a whole army. Some authors suppose the word
Castlesteads to be associated with Roman works, and possibly this place
may have held out and been reduced by them. However this may have been,
at no great distance to the north were found in April 1847 a beautiful
silver brooch (Fibula Vestiaria) and a silver torque, in a crevice
of the rock at a depth of about five feet. Possibly these may have
been in the possession of some reckless Roman captain whose hardihood
and reckless daring led him amongst the treacherous scars and hardy
Britons, which when he discovered, in his haste to retreat flung away
his cloak to free himself of its encumbrance, unmindful of its valuable
ornaments.[5]
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