TALKIN LOUD & CLEAR, BUT NOT DRINKING BEER

  None of the photos from my next two Cumbrian pubs are that exciting, way the cookie crumbles, so here’s a window from St Peter’s church in Castle Carrock.  At least Mark gets an overlooked OMD single in the title. Look closely at the right-hand panel in St Peters and you’ll see “BRAPA casteth out… Continue reading TALKIN LOUD & CLEAR, BUT NOT DRINKING BEER

WOKEN UP ON MY BIRTHDAY BY ULVERSTON OIKS SINGING “LET IT GO” UNDERNEATH MY WINDOW

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… Continue reading WOKEN UP ON MY BIRTHDAY BY ULVERSTON OIKS SINGING “LET IT GO” UNDERNEATH MY WINDOW

AN INADVISABLE WALK TO THE BLACK DOG

On a roll now, I stopped ten minutes back down the line to Barrow, at Askam (not to be confused with Askham up the road, unless you’re BRAPA. Loads of Beer Guide pubs round here, nearly all remote (compared to Kendall, anyway) and promising much. Starting with the one on Askam Station’s doorstep, which was… Continue reading AN INADVISABLE WALK TO THE BLACK DOG

BARROW & THE BLACK-EYED MAGPIE

  Part II of the Great Furness Frolic took me towards Foxfield, via the honeypots (I think that’s the word) of Barrow. What a wonderful piece of Ordnance Survey.  You forget Morecambe is a short walk away. But I nearly didn’t leave Ulverston.  At the station, guards were forming a barrier to prevent hundreds (I… Continue reading BARROW & THE BLACK-EYED MAGPIE