Drive along the A66 near Keswick and you might notice something curious on the fellside above Bassenthwaite Lake: a gleaming white rock, standing stark against the grey scree of Barf. This unusual landmark is known as the Bishop of Barf, and behind its bright paintwork lies one of Cumbria’s quirkiest legends.
One of the Lake District’s most enduring stories dates back to 1783. According to local lore, the flamboyant Frederick Augustus Hervey, Bishop of Derry – sometimes called the “Earl-Bishop” – was staying at the Swan Hotel in Thornthwaite when he made a reckless bet. Over drinks, he claimed he could ride his horse straight up the scree-covered face of Barf and reach the summit of Lord’s Seat.
The attempt, so the legend goes, ended in disaster. About halfway up, both horse and rider fell to their deaths. At the foot of the fell, a boulder became known as the Clerk, said to mark their grave, while a jagged outcrop higher on the slope was whitewashed and named the Bishop of Barf.[1][2]
It makes for a dramatic tale, but the facts don’t quite fit. The real Bishop of Derry lived another 20 years, dying in Albano, Italy, in 1803. Still, the myth has endured, passed down by generations of Cumbrians, blending a flamboyant historical figure with the drama of the Lakeland fells.[3]
The Bishop itself stands about seven feet tall and has been kept gleaming white for more than two centuries. Without fresh paint, the rock would quickly blend back into the grey scree.
Traditionally, it was the job of staff at the Swan Hotel to whitewash the Bishop each year, rewarded with a shilling and a quart of ale. When the hotel eventually closed, local volunteers took on the task, and today Keswick Mountain Rescue ensures the Bishop is regularly repainted.[2][4]
The Bishop is easy to spot from the A66 between Keswick and Cockermouth – just look up the fellside above the old Swan Hotel cottages. For those who want a closer look, there are two main options:
Barf is part of the Loweswater Formation of Ordovician greywacke sandstone, with outcrops of the Kirkstile Formation of the Skiddaw Group lower down. Small-scale lead and zinc mining took place on the slopes between the 16th and 19th centuries, with ores such as blende and galena extracted near Beckstones Gill and Woodend.[6]
What makes the Bishop of Barf remarkable is not just the rock itself, but the story that clings to it. It’s a reminder that the Lake District’s hills are not only dramatic landscapes but also places rich in legend, pride, folly, and imagination. The Bishop continues to capture attention from drivers on the A66, walkers on the fell, and storytellers who pass on its tale.
Next time you’re heading past Bassenthwaite, glance up the fellside. You’ll see the Bishop of Barf, still gleaming white after all these years, keeping watch over the valley and keeping alive one of Cumbria’s most unusual legends.
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