“What have you been writing about me NOW ?” screamed Mrs RM as we set off down the A59. I’d forgot she very occasionally reads this stuff. So, by way of correction, can I say that Mrs RM was walking at a perfectly brisk pace yesterday, as you need to be when trudging through a field of… Continue reading PRESTON – SEEING THE LIZARDS IN THE BLACK HORSE
Tag: Lancashire
MORECAMBE – JAM JARS WITH HANDLES
Another emergency post to meet the tourist needs of Gareth, who is clearly escaping to the right side of the Pennines for a break. Morecambe was our family trip from Preston yesterday, £23 being a third of the price of a trek into the Lakes. That’s the best thing about Morecambe; you get the views… Continue reading MORECAMBE – JAM JARS WITH HANDLES
UP TO BONGS, DOWN TO LEIGH
There really is only one place to start a new year, and that’s Tyldesley, not least among Wigan‘s beautiful necklace of towns. It helps if you were tucked up with cocoa by 9pm on New Year’s Eve. Elliot Street was beautifully embellished with the remnants of a New Years Eve clearly celebrated with Holts and kebabs, judging… Continue reading UP TO BONGS, DOWN TO LEIGH
LEYLAND MOTORS ON
Another year, another train to Leyland, another chance to be surprised at how big this town is. 35,000 people and I’m certain only 4 people in Cambridgeshire (3 of them farmers) could place it on the map. We took our children to the commercial vehicle museum once, back in the days when children could be fobbed… Continue reading LEYLAND MOTORS ON
BACUP
This is only marginally worthy of a separate post to be honest, but I bet no-one has ever blogged about Bacup before and I’m a glory hunter as you’ll know. There’s not a lot to be said about Bacup apart from noting it has great scenery, and the occasional great bit of tiling. The Crown… Continue reading BACUP
BURNLEY – MY PROSECCO HELL
I stayed in Burnley over the weekend and enjoyed some decent walking in the stretch of pretty villages just north of the M65, with Pendle Hill and Bowland as a backdrop. This is where the Burnley Express ends and Lancashire Life starts, judging by the cars parked next to Ye Olde Sparrowhawk in Wheatley Lane. Lovely… Continue reading BURNLEY – MY PROSECCO HELL
THE DELIGHTS OF DARWEN
I always thought of Darwen as a lesser Accrington, along a similar “A” Road winding down to civilisation (Bolton and Bury respectively). Like Much Wenlock, it’s a place you have to want to go to a lot, rather than one you pass through. At least Accrington has the Oswaldthistle Mills for old folk to go… Continue reading THE DELIGHTS OF DARWEN
DON’T EVER CHANGE
I often observe in this blog on the transformation of British cities, for example by independent enterprise in Mansfield or street art in Weston Super Mare. I didn’t notice much different about Blackpool this week, and that’s fine with me. It displayed plenty of the qualities that made it famous, and the beach looked the best… Continue reading DON’T EVER CHANGE
TOP 100 PUBS – THE VICTORIA HOTEL , CLEVELEYS
I’m in Blackpool for a couple of days, the only possible follow-on to Royal Tunbridge Wells. It’s entirely coincidental that the trip coincides with an invasion of slugs into our kitchen, no doubt attracted by the smell of spilled Yeastie Boys. Mrs RM has it in hand. Kitchen slugs are no doubt just one… Continue reading TOP 100 PUBS – THE VICTORIA HOTEL , CLEVELEYS
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