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

FESTIVE FELICITATIONS FROM GREAT ORTON

My second comfort break came an hour or so after my first, on the western outskirts of Carlisle. Ignore the blue line running through the city, it’s not the cask/keg divide. To be honest the Wellington in tiny Great Orton was experiencing a quiet lunchtime, away from the tourist honeypots of Carlisle and the stretch… Continue reading FESTIVE FELICITATIONS FROM GREAT ORTON

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