I’d have liked to have explored Grange-over-Sands, to see whether it really is a retirement village or the new hub of counter culture, but a delayed train arriving before my scheduled train (does that make sense ?) meant I could save half an hour and get to Preston 2 hours earlier than planned. And who… Continue reading A BRIEF ENCOUNTER AT CARNFORTH
Month: March 2022
Grange-over-Sands proves not ALL pubs called “Keg & Kitchen” are rubbish
A fifth and final pub in Cumbria on my Saturday Lakes raid, and a first ever trip to Grange-over-Sands. Half an hour walk from Cartmel in glorious sunshine, lacking only a place to take a wee without the attention of runners, golfers and curious horses. The descent down to the Keg & Kitchen is exhilarating,… Continue reading Grange-over-Sands proves not ALL pubs called “Keg & Kitchen” are rubbish
NO STICKY (TOFFEE PUDDING) END IN CARTMEL
At Ulverston station a pashmina’s lady holding 2 champagne glasses but no bottle of champagne hoped to get lucky, like in the Daft Punk song. I think she’s hoping for a Spoons in Ulv, anyway. She didn’t seem that interested in the views across Cartmel Sands; Next stop, Cartmel. Or rather Cark with Cartmel. It’s… Continue reading NO STICKY (TOFFEE PUDDING) END IN CARTMEL
LAUREL AND HARDY
A second tick in Ulverston, a town you ought to visit for the wonderful Laurel & Hardy museum (watch the Piano) and the stroll up to Hoad’s Hill monument, but most folk seem to be coming here for the shopping and scones and to tut at misspelling of Havana. I come for the street art… Continue reading LAUREL AND HARDY
“C” IS FOR COOKIE
Well I’d failed to be “more BRAPA” at the very first hurdle after the barmaid misheard “pint” as “half” in Dalton but I wasn’t too disheartened joining the hordes heading to Ulverston for the farmers market (they were actually heading over the border to Lancaster to get their nails done but I use poetic licence).… Continue reading “C” IS FOR COOKIE
MILKING THE TICK IN THE BROWN COW, DALTON
You’re expecting tales of delayed trains and closed micros from my Lakeland licking, aren’t you. Not a bit of it. The train pulled in to Dalton at 11:03 at the dot, and at 11:10 I strode into the Brown Cow. I was sure I’d been to Dalton before, but that was the Black Dog hidden… Continue reading MILKING THE TICK IN THE BROWN COW, DALTON
THIS IS HOW IT FEELS TO BE BRAPA
Everyone wants to be BRAPA. But not everyone wants to get up at 6am every Saturday and spend 10 hours on trains and buses in desperate need of a wee, living in fear of a closed micro or lost mascot. On Saturday I decided to be BRAPA, just for one day (like in the Bowie… Continue reading THIS IS HOW IT FEELS TO BE BRAPA
ONE BEER IS PLENTY (PART 337)
I mentioned that Southborough, home of the in-laws and Meow’s is not well pubbed, but we actually stayed in what most folk would consider a pub for 3 nights last weeks. The Hand & Sceptre is decidedly not a pub. In fact, I’m sure the words “Rooms and Edibles” is probably scribbled on the ancient… Continue reading ONE BEER IS PLENTY (PART 337)
KENTING TAP ROOMS
“Kenting” is a verb, isn’t it ? My near week in Southborough contributed little to my ticks, though the addition of a new Chinese takeaway to my Top 10 compensated (oh, and the resolution of family crises, I guess). My two closest Guide targets were both microbrewery tap rooms. Hoorah ! One in an industrial… Continue reading KENTING TAP ROOMS
IPSWICH INDOOR BOWLS CLUB
I’ve been knackered these last few days after a week of driving up and down the country. Thursday saw me take my brother-in-law to a funeral on the Essex/Suffolk borders. It was actually impossible to have got to the service, cremation and reception on public transport. Even leaving on the dot of 07:00 from outside… Continue reading IPSWICH INDOOR BOWLS CLUB
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