Set high above Ambleside, commanding dramatic views of the Lake District fells, the Duck stands at a crossroads, a traditional Lakeland dwelling, reflecting the simplicity, beauty and longevity of its natural environment. From these same fells, we draw not only the water for our beers brewed here on site, but also the inspiration for our restaurant, which showcases the extensive range of quality produce that Cumbria has to offer.
This unofficial title dates back to Victorian years when a landlady of the Inn found her ducks lying stretched out in the road and concluded that they were dead.
Thriftily she began to pluck and prepare them for dinner. The ducks however, were "quick" and not dead. Down in the cellar a barrel had slipped its hoops and beer had gradually drained from the floor into the duck's customary feeding ditch. Thereupon the ducks made all too good use of their unexpected opportunity, with the result that when they came to they found themselves plucked and halfway to the oven.
According to local legend, the landlady, full of remorse for the rough treatment, provided the de-feathered birds with knitted waistcoats of Hawkshead yarn until their feathers grew back again.