Whinlatter the Pass, an excellent motor road, is known to many; Whinlatter the Fell, a lonely sheep pasture, is known to few. The abrupt heathery slopes, streaked with long tongues, form a effective northern wall to the pass, and there is little in this rough and forbidding declivity to suggest pleasant heights above, where an undulating plateau trends downwards to the quite valley of Aiken Beck.

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