Ultimate spoiler there.
Back to Askham, where the Railway was now open, just before my assumed revised opening time of 5pm.
I guess you’d describe this as a traditional all-rounder, the sort of place you find in East Yorkshire village where the guvnor wears a tie and still looks slightly askance at a group of ladies with a bottle of plonk in a bucket. Black Eye Friday is still several decades away.
I like the old-school decorations.
Three beers (is plenty), including another Loweswater Gold that was decent but a bit too cool (NBSS 3).
More to the point, what’s that in the corner ?
Yes, an authentic heated pie cabinet. You could have been in Wigan, except that you could understand what folk were saying here.
I only had 9 minutes till the 5.09 trundled back to Barrow, and I was left with a dilemma.
My second Barrow tick was a good 20 minutes away in a deluge, so should I get soaked or should I see the carnage in the Spoons ?
Well, that was an easy choice.
I was squashed against the glass collection point for 20 minutes before getting a quite glorious pint of Maxim which was cool, rich and complex (NBSS 4).
Even with a dreadful name, and despite everyone else being on shots.
Not much talk about the backstop here.
“I’ve had eight sambucas”
“It’s ok, Barrow is an island”
The sambuca gang followed me back to the Sun in Ulverston.
I’d just enough energy to confirm my tick with a half of something watery, before falling asleep at 7pm.
At 11pm, I woke and got the traditional takeaway.
At 2.30am, I was serenaded by the Ulvy youth singing “Don’t Look Back In Anger” and “Let It Go” in the street outside my £35 room. Oh to be young.