We were leaving our beloved Lodore, but not without visiting the waterfall in which the once grand hotel was named. I presume. I mean who names a waterfall after a hotel? It’s not like the hotel was built and then suddenly there was a falls. Oh look at that! A waterfall has appeared. Let’s name it after this hotel. Anyway: Lodore Falls.
It’s a short hike up into the dramatic forest (past the pool and fitness centre, follow the signs) and you’ll hear it before you see it. It’s a lovely wooded cascade, rushing down the hill, over rocks and stones, past moss and trees, and ultimately into Borrowdale itself.
And so never ending, but always descending,
Sounds and motions for ever and ever are blending,
All at once and all o’er, with a mighty uproar,
And this way the water comes down at Lodore
Robert Southey. (Keswick, 1820)
Here’s a link to the entire poem, written by local poet Robert Southey.