There is a queer old rhyme current in the district, in itself a significant comment on the weather of the country:
“When Wansfell wears a cap of cloud
The roar of Brathay will be loud;
When mists come down on Loughrigg Fell,
A drenching day we all foretell;
When Red Screes frown on Ambleside,
The rain will pour both far and wide.
When Wansfell smiles and Loughrigg’s bright,
’Twill surely rain before the night;
If breezes blow from Bowness Bay,