Day 3 of the Lakes mini-break with the lad. We’d had the spectacular weather for our walk, so only fair it was relentless drizzle on the Wednesday. Time for a last unwise breakfast. Trip Advisor’s trendy tip, The Last Resort Coffee Shop, had literally just closed its door, so we went for the trad option… Continue reading NO PRE-EMPTIVE TICK ON PIEL ISLAND
Tag: Cumbria
SUNSET OVER BARROW MORRISONS
Back in Barrow, I somehow cajoled a tired 21 year old to join me on a tour of a workaday Northern town before tea. I knew North Irish Sea Dave would want to see my pics, even if you don’t. We did a circuit of town, stopping so I can bring you the best looking… Continue reading SUNSET OVER BARROW MORRISONS
HAND SANITISER LEAKAGE AT BROUGHTON-IN-FURNESS
Despite the odd grump about table service I’d enjoyed a first real foray into the Southern Lakes, but James was gone by mid-afternoon and we could only fit in one stop on the way back to Barrow. Luckily, the Manor Arms was a bit of a cracker. I nearly visited on that “Let It Go”… Continue reading HAND SANITISER LEAKAGE AT BROUGHTON-IN-FURNESS
“DON’T TOUCH THE BAR !”
You left us in Boot, at the foot of the Hardknott Pass in Eskdale. The toy trains come here, the Ladies who lunch come here, the 4x4s run you over here. It’s one of the top Lakes honeypot villages. We went to explore Boot. It took 15 seconds, one for each resident. FIFTEEN permanent souls… Continue reading “DON’T TOUCH THE BAR !”
SCAFELL (NEARLY)
All great days start with a Wetherspoons Full English breakfast (why no Cumbrian variant). Well, actually, no they don’t. Porridge would be a better bet when you’re about to take on England’s highest hill (whatever). James had been wanting to climb Scafell Pike since he managed it in Year 7 at Cottenham (age 12); I… Continue reading SCAFELL (NEARLY)
BACK WITH A BANG IN BARROW
2 nights in Barrow Wetherspoons in late September. Taking a risk, but the Furness Railway has spotless rooms and free Shrewsbury biscuits, so who’s winning? One new Guide pub I missed on my last visit, a traumatic Black Eye Friday when Ulverston lads woke me at 3am singing “Let it go”. Technically Hawcoats, properly posh… Continue reading BACK WITH A BANG IN BARROW
A SEDBERGH SCHOOLING
One more from Cumbria for now, but I’ll be back, as BRAPA said last week. Whither Sedbergh ? Wiki tells me the economy is driven by the schools, which probably makes it the Uppingham of the North. The sports kit shop probably accounts for 22% of local GDP. Like Uppingham, eerily quiet. Unlike Uppingham, spectacularly… Continue reading A SEDBERGH SCHOOLING
ALL KICKING OFF IN KESWICK
Not really, of course. It only kicks off in Keswick when two septuagenarians fight over the last scone or one of them suggests actually going for a walk in the new boots they’ve bought at 45% off in Mountain Warehouse. Or someone wants to make a return visit to the Pencil Museum, the dullest sounding… Continue reading ALL KICKING OFF IN KESWICK
LICKING THE LAKES (NOT LITERALLY)
I awoke (no pun) to find the Lake District the Number 1 trending item on Twitter. Oddly, it’s not because the Lakers are building a wall to keep BRAPA out, merely that the Lakes are racist or something. So that’s OK. I’m quite diverse, I don’t wear a pashmina or read the Telegraph, and… Continue reading LICKING THE LAKES (NOT LITERALLY)
BUYING “TELEKON” IN WORKINGTON, 39 YEARS LATE
If you’ve ever wondered what £24.75 buys you in Workington, wonder no more. It gets you a nervous night, no telly, and a mug. But I woke early enough to a drab morning, ready to give Worky a second chance. Back to the Spoons for breakfast, along with a group of Yellow Jackets flown in… Continue reading BUYING “TELEKON” IN WORKINGTON, 39 YEARS LATE
