Carlisle, England

Tuesday, August 7, 1928

Rode from Penrith to Carlisle (18 miles) in a driving rain. I had a puncture as I got into the city and as that was being repaired, we ate. I bought three oranges and some crackers for my lunch. As we were both soaked and it looked like an all-day rain, we got a room in the Red Lion Hotel for 9s and built a fire in the 2 x 4 fireplace. It has cleared off now (8 PM). There is a castle here, the Carlisle Castle. It sits at one end of the main drag, a large, dirty weather-beaten structure hemmed in by a high wall. A wide moat surrounds the place. The turrets and whole building are in good state of preservation.

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