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