MumsNet, source of 37% of my own blogging content, has been debating the most underrated towns in the UK.
On a completely unscientific basis, this is the Top 10;
- Liverpool (underrated ?!)
- Chester (really ?!)
- Glasgow (underrated by people in Carluke ?)
- The Llyn Peninsula (what ?)
- Malvern (eh ?)
- “Parts” of Staffordshire (Burslem ?)
- Shropshire (not a town !)
- Magna, Rotherham (not a town !)
What does this show ? Britons don’t get out much, and Castleford is (rightly) proud of its town. I’ll be back in Cas soon.
Mumsnetters don’t choose their towns based on pubs, of course, or Stockport would be Number 1.
Interesting to see Carlisle mentioned a few times, and we started our Wall wander with high hopes of a good night out on the Heaventeenth, surrounded by drunk Cumbrians.
The train journey from Preston (aka Blackpool East) is full of gorgeousness, as the sun follows the righteous once more.
Not sure I’ve ever been to Carlisle’s wrought-iron wonder before.
Despite Mrs RM’s eagerness to dump her bags, I insisted we peek in the platform pub, the factually dubious “301 Miles From London”.
Note the GBG sticker. 2019?
Limited hours favouring the breakfast toper, but no sign of recent life as I peered indoors. No doubt it’ll return for 2022.
We arrived in the early evening of the Heaventeenth. I expected carnage on the streets. No carnage was forthcoming.
Even the statues were wearing masks;
And the gurgle of satisfaction from the Griffin was strictly socially distanced.
I know I always say this, but the sun really shone on the town, the brickwork sparkled, a brighter future stood before us.
Unlike Waterbeach, Sheffield and Manchester where it was bucketing down.
Mrs RM gave a stern “NO!” as I stared longingly at the Chinese takeaway that had won my affections 18 months ago,
and we headed through the Victorian back streets to our B & B.