The market town of Kirkby Lonsdale is a pleasant 15 minute drive away from Ashes Caravan Park & well worth a visit.
From New Hutton head to Old Hutton & travel on the B6254 passing through South Lakeland’s lovely low fells & keeping an eye out for pheasants along the way. Kitridding have a nice little farm shop here just look for the roadside sign. Call in & see what local produce they have or stop for a tasty ‘all-day-breakfast’.
This ancient town gained its market charter in 1227 and the Thursday market continues weekly in the old Market Square. Be sure to seek out some local sausages from regular stall holders Mansergh Hall Farm & try their hot Hog Roast. Slow roasted pork served on a locally made white bun with homemade apple sauce and stuffing – delicious, local food! There’s also a Farmer’s Market on the first Thursday of the month.
There are many interesting small shops to explore in Kirkby Lonsdale including some fairly classy gift shops & believe it or not an Enchanted Chocolate Mine beneath ‘Chocolat’ on Main Street! Along with a handful of cafes, nice pubs & an information centre.
A pleasant walk from the Market Square, through the churchyard at St Mary’s, takes you to Ruskin’s View. So called because of the poet, John Ruskin, who described the riverside scene as ‘naturally divine’.
Then take the riverside path following the River Lune until you reach the famous Devil’s Bridge. Maybe a tall tale but the story of the bridge goes like this…
Many years ago, before there was a bridge in Kirkby Lonsdale, an old woman lived on the banks of the Lune and kept a few animals. One night her cow strayed across to the other side of the river and would not come back. In response to her predicament, the Devil appeared and promised to build a bridge by morning in exchange for a soul, the first to cross the bridge, thinking that it would be the woman herself. By morning the bridge was complete and the old woman agreed to fulfill her part of the bargain. She delved into her bag and threw a bun across the bridge, whereupon her small dog ran over to retrieve it. The devil, in a fit of rage at being thwarted, howled in anger and vanished leaving behind a smell of burning brimstone (sulphur).