Used that one in New York in 2019, so can use it in Cumbria under the 3 year (re-use of blog titles) rule.
The last day of Cumbrian ticking started, as all things must, with a loo stop in lovely Penrith Spoons.
Despite a scarcity of accommodation in Penrith, both the Dog Beck and the town centre were notable quiet on Saturday morning, which at least allowed a peaceful appreciation of the plant display by Elliott.
Carlisle was busier, so I wanted to make the Thin White Duke at the precise opening hour of 11:45, as What Pub threatened “PLEASE NOTE IT MAY BE NECESSARY TO HAVE A TABLE RESERVATION TO GAIN ENTRY TO THIS PUB“. Me ? A reservation !
We had an hour to reassess a city I thought we may have done to death, but it seems I’d missed the magical transformation of the Market Hall into a home for Wilko and TK Maxx.
It’s an underrated place, which I chose to explore while Mrs RM went shopping.
A walk along the western walls gives you the best views,
and 20 minutes reveals the Cathedral as a bit of a mini Gloucester on the cathedral league table.
I know many of you come here for my cutting-edge music, so press play now to hear some ambient organ trance;
Yes ! First in the queue.
One of the smart “young-people” focused bars with a lone handpump to have sprung up in Carlisle. I really thought we’d picked the pre-emptive with the Last Zebra. Epic fail.
“Do you have a reservation ?” Those are surely the five worst words in the English language.
“Table for two please. And a half of Loweswater Gold while I wait for Mrs RM“.
Mrs RM doesn’t materialise. There is much mumbling and murmuring at the bar, at it appears that I’m drinking without eating.
Eventually, Mrs RM does turn up, but by now it’s too late to eat and time to go. But via the loos, where there’s a great picture of Duncan “Pubmeister” Mackay celebrating his completion of the GBG in 2018 (subject to audit).
One day, that could be me.