I’ve just discovered a cache of photos from our Easter trip to Lancaster. I might make a post of them, particularly if I can find my notes of Mrs RM’s cutting comments on the town. “It’s no Preston, is it ?” sums it up.
Actually, I’d put Lancaster on hold as I was in a huff at Easter, having dragged the family up the hill from the station past Golgotha to the eponymous Brewery Tap for nothing (apart from ice cream and a view of the adjacent abattoir).
It did give us a first visit to Williamson Park, about the only area where the town does match Preston.
The North certainly has the best civic parks.
But it also has it’s share of frustrating opening hours, On Good Friday, with a busy “leisure centre” packed with shoppers, the Brewery Visitor Centre remained resolutely closed.
The GBG, What Pub and brewery website promise “10-6 opening“, which doesn’t sound like a pub to me, but don’t get me started. On that day, it was apparently closed due to a private function, which I only found out about by phoning later. So they missed out on the bonanza of my £3 for a half and a packet of sweet chilli Pipers.
Inevitably, Lancaster Brewery became my last county tick.
So on the train up to Kendal I made a third call to confirm they would actually be opening that day, to avoid any confusion about “coffee times/only with a meal/only with a wedding party” etc. etc.
At 10.45, there was no sign of life, and the staff looked a little shocked as I opened a succession of doors with two pound coins in hand.
Let’s be frank, it’s no Hook Norton or Harvey’s, but a pleasant little modern operation focused on tours for over-jolly, well-heeled Lancastrians.
I had the vast hall to myself. It wasn’t as much fun as the Wetherspoons would have been at 10.51am, and the Red was good but lacking in something (NBSS 3). I took it from hall to garden, garden to hall, toying with taking up the little hill to the rear to improve its condition by giving it a view of the abattoir.
I rarely find the Brewery Taps in the Guide the best place to sample beer, my own Milton apart, but I guess we need something in the GBG to complain about.
I resisted the lure of the dungarees in the Factory Outlet and Giggles Play barn, but not the fudge and vanilla combo at Hallings ice cream shack. Nor should you.