Barrow is an odd place. Isolated, parochial, insular but has the saving grace of being so close to the Lakes.
Possibly not much of a saving grace now that Winter is coming but I can remember summer evenings spent scampering up The Old Man (not a euphemism) and others.
It felt like 1950 in 1980, despite some of the most high-tech kit imaginable floating in the dock.
Possibly not much of a saving grace now that Winter is coming but I can remember summer evenings spent scampering up The Old Man (not a euphemism) and others.
It felt like 1950 in 1980, despite some of the most high-tech kit imaginable floating in the dock.
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