
A strange weird sense of loneliness pervades this Vale edge tarn, broken it may be in Summer by casual visitants, pic-nickers, sportsmen, or naturalists intent upon probing its living mysteries; whilst in times of hard frost the keen ring of the steel skate will make shrill music above the silent locked-up water, and gay girl voices mingle with the busy bee-like hum of many feet upon the ice.
Bogg/Mowbray, 1906
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