Yo BRAPA, quit your jibber jabber!
As promised yesterday, ten pubs coming up in a (slightly) abridged format so I can catch up and my mind can breathe more easily as we enter September.
First up, I was surprised that all three legs of my train journey (York - Leeds - Lancaster - Dalton in Furness) hitch free. Pub one was a ten minute walk from DiF station.
Indoors, the Brown Cow, Dalton in Furness (2326 / 3889) can both look beautifully traditional, and like dining hell, depending which way you tilt your head. A barman emerges from a hole in the floor and starts playing with pump clips on the floor. He looks like a kid in a play pen, but explains he is sorting them into brewery order. This causes the barmaid to do a Fast Show "ain't it brilliant?!" rant about the microbreweries of Cumbria. I get one from Ulverston and sit outside in the morning sun, 11am. Which makes the couple having surf n turf and fish n chips seem a bit strange to me. Hardly breakfast. Too men arrive and order massive chip butties. Enough salt to kill a slug colony. I'd recently found out my Keto diet was built on lies, Dr Berg is a chiropractor who funnels his money into scientology. Cheated? I felt so! A water feature gurgles happily behind me.
BRAPA Verdict : Give me one moment in time, when I'm racing with destiny. B-.
Now it got tricky as I took the train a couple more stops to Cark, where I'd wowed the landlord in the Engine Inn with my Bass tee shirt in 2019. Long, boiling old walk today down to Cartmel. Thought I was gonna 'cark' it. Cheers! Absolutely no one, local or tourist, smiles. Miserable effin' village. Could the pub tick do better?
I'd prepped myself for this even longer 45 minute walk to Grange over Sands by lathering on the sun cream, dowsing myself with water, and going for it. I didn't find the walk quite so bad due to more shady bits and pretending I was doing a Twitch stream of the experience. Gotta keep yourself amused!