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
Tag: Lake District
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
RELEASED FROM ROBINSONS
You left me in Whitehaven, virtually trying on Regency costumes in the town museum and admiring the birds. But, just as Mrs RM was here on business, I also had A Mission To Tick (unreleased Bond film starring Timothy Dalton c. ’89). What would the Candlestick bring ? Whitehaven has one really smart pub, a… Continue reading RELEASED FROM ROBINSONS
THE FAIRY PATH TO MARYPORT
Some bloggers extol the virtue of staying at home all year in your underpants, sipping cans of Peanut Butter Sour (8.2%). Others will tell you there is no need to ever leave their home town of Chipping Sodbury, so great is the selection of BBB (3.8-4.5%) in the Horseshoe. But my only purpose in life… Continue reading THE FAIRY PATH TO MARYPORT
MRS RM HOVERS WHILE I TICK SCAFELL
Now I’m reunited with my laptop I can bring you the post from our brief excursion into the Lakes Proper, before we head to the “characterful” West Cumbrian towns you really want to see. Cumbria is a tricky county to complete, even though most of the Lakes pub have (traditionally) kept generous hours, to cater… Continue reading MRS RM HOVERS WHILE I TICK SCAFELL
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
TO THE LAKES !
Back home Sunday, back North (proper, unquestionable North) with James on Monday for a little Lakes walking. Astonishing coincidence; only 4:14 hours to the Lakes, EXACTLY the same time as Mrs RM spent shopping in Ashton IKEA on Saturday. Spooky. Two stops on the way; the now obligatory Tuck Shop in Tuxford, and a riveting… Continue reading TO THE LAKES !
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