The day before Mad Friday 2019 I stayed the night in Workington, a feat oddly unrecognised in the New Years Honours. The Conservatives had just taken the Parliamentary seat, and I predicted great things for an unsung Cumbrian town. And sure enough, two years later they had their own Travelodge, costing barely more than the… Continue reading WORKINGTON “UPPIES AND DOWNIES”
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“How are you supposed to find out opening times, then ?” – The Lemon Posset on the door issue.
So many pubs to tell you about and I’m only “dropping” (ugh) one post a day, basically the Kate Bush of blogging when I should be the Van Morrison. Or something. Last Friday our second “near Workington” tick was in the flat farmland of Tallantire, somewhere I guarantee you will NEVER go. Mrs RM has… Continue reading “How are you supposed to find out opening times, then ?” – The Lemon Posset on the door issue.
CRISP NIGHT AT THE COCKERMOUTH COMMUNITY PUB
The drive from tourist Lake District through Ambleside and Keswick and Bassenthwaite Lake to Workington, the jewel of the west. “Jewel” as in Jewel Kilcher, faded beauty from Payson, Utah, of course. I think it fairest to say Mrs RM “tolerated” this trip to Workie on the basis that I could clear the two later… Continue reading CRISP NIGHT AT THE COCKERMOUTH COMMUNITY PUB
CONISTON (FED AND) WATERED
I didn’t sleep very comfortably last Thursday in our campervan parked on Drigg beach, but it saved about £90 and that’s £90 for halves of Loweswater Gold and a container of Singapore Rice. Friday was a gorgeous day, and catching the Lakes just before the schools broke up meant an easy drive from coast to… Continue reading CONISTON (FED AND) WATERED
THE SOUTH LAKES BASS REGULATIONS
National Bass Day is on Saturday (16th). I shan’t be celebrating; it’s a callous and poorly conceived attempt to distract attention from my birthday (22 December) and of course Doom Bar Day. I didn’t find any Bass in Cumbria last week. No doubt someone will check the Wickingman’s master spreadsheet for me to find out… Continue reading THE SOUTH LAKES BASS REGULATIONS
WAITING FOR KIRKBY LONSDALE TO OPEN
The motto of Sir James Paget, Yarmouth’s most famous son, was “Work itself is a pleasure“, and there is, of course, no more pleasurable work than ticking the GBG and writing about it. Arriving home on Wednesday afternoon after a 4:30 drive from the coast (blame it on Sutton Bridge) I barely had time to… Continue reading WAITING FOR KIRKBY LONSDALE TO OPEN
“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
A SINGLE IN SELLAFIELD
A recap on the progress of the Great Northern Tickathon as it enters the home straight (as straight as it can be with Mrs RM driving now). Excitingly, the next pub came at the end of a trip to admire Sellafield (or is it Seascale ?). Sellafield hasn’t gone down the theme park route yet,… Continue reading A SINGLE IN SELLAFIELD
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