IT’S ALL ABOUT THE WELCOME, AND THE GOODBYE, IN THE OSWALDTWISTLE VAULTS

April 23. Oswaldtwistle looked rather lovely when I left the White Bull just after nine. Not spooky at all, that view from the campervan, though I’d tragically left Baa Baa Toure in Sheffield and felt a bit vulnerable. And a bit hungry, after staring at the gastro menu in the Bull. Luckily ‘Twistle isn’t short… Continue reading IT’S ALL ABOUT THE WELCOME, AND THE GOODBYE, IN THE OSWALDTWISTLE VAULTS