Sunday afternoon we left Ellond for Lancaster, being 12 miles, Mr Milne accompanying me all the way from Lancaster to Burks. Saw some very fine long-horned cattle by the way; indeed there is no other kind to be seen. The farming and fences miserable. Ivy seems to be a native, and every hedge and tree more or less over-run by it.
Lancaster is a very large town and very regular. The castle stands upon an eminence, whence it has a commanding view of the hills in Westmoreland, and down the coast towards Preston. The armament part of the castle is very strong, and in Gothic style; for many years they have been building and repairing, and it has now a very grand appearance. Being the county town, the Circuits are held here, and spacious apartments are fitted out for that purpose. A basin of water at the end of the town forms a fine harbour, from whence the Canal takes its rise. They have a very fine harbour on the north end of the town for West India shipping, of which trade they have now a great share. I think it is a very thriving place.