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
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 !”
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)
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
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 !
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)