The Westmorland Gazette /news/
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THIS image was taken by local photographer Joseph Hardman. We would very much appreciate your help in identifying where it was taken. If you know please get in touch at firstname.lastname@example.org or Museum of Lakeland Life & Industry, Abbot Hall, Kendal, Cumbria, LA9 5AL. Please include the reference number 2002.8.3184 in any correspondence.
BOOKS: evocative and vividly observed book that discovers the special magic and beautiful landscapes of many of the UK's islands
Islander: A Journey Around our Archipelago by Patrick Barkham, £20
COUNCIL enforcement officers are investigating what is believed to be the largest single case of tyre dumping in South Lakeland.
FOLK Art: Why We Make Things Beautiful explores how Cumbrian people lived, worked and played.
Play It Again, The Very Best Of Fats Domino, United Artists record label, 1970, value £65
A SELECTION of images by a renowned Lakeland life photographer will go under the hammer on Tuesday (Dec 5).
Workington at Work by Derek Woodruff, £14.99
LORD Cavendish of Furness hosted a dinner on behalf of the newly-formed Cumbria Conservative Association.
LEADERS in Cumbria's commoners' community have taken it upon themselves to try and influence the policy of a government in which they have lost faith over Brexit.
THERE sometimes occurs, during a lifetime, the tragic loss of a loved one - a tragedy of such intensity, that it renders speech, thought and action impossible. Numbness replaces consciousness. It seems only possible to remain still, within, while grief and sorrow envelop and immerse. Complete desolation. And yet there is something else - the faint awareness of a presence behind you, warm and comfortable to lean against. Later, when awareness returns, there’s a realisation that you never were alone. I watched, as winter turned to spring, and spring to summer and the west coast, where I lived, assumed a mantle of beauty. Morning skies a blend of muted blues, greys and mauves, with the Quiraing and Cuillins of Skye, and the isles of Runa, Harris, Lewis and the Shiants rising from thin mist. Evening skies stained with vermilion sunsets, and even after the sun sank beneath the sea, the hills and scattered houses of the villages were suffused with a roseate hue. Night skies full of stars, moonlight casting a silver sheen over all, while island lighthouses flashed their comforting gleams. Impossible to witness such loveliness and not believe in a Creator! Receding tides exposed pebbles of unique shape and colour, with wonderful markings, a joy to perceive and touch. Otters fished among the rocks, while a variety of shore birds flew overhead. With such profound pleasures, grief and sorrow begin to fade. We rejoice and give thanks.