I have in the past written about the madness of train fares. My favourite is where a more flexible ticket that you can buy on the day turns out to be cheaper than a restrictive advance fare on the same train. It's completely illogical. Why would anyone want to buy a ticket with loads of strings attached above a cheaper one with far less? Then I found out it's not just train companies that are inflicted with such strangeness. You get find on the buses too.
Sorry Bing, but I'm after a famous pub in Cumbria where grizzled mountain walkers all congregate telling tales of Bow Fell and Crinkle Crags, and not a dungeon in the Australian town of Ghyll...
A brewery? In Ulverston? I pondered this for a short time as my research before arriving hadn't mentioned anything of the sort. It was then that I suddenly thought... could it be Hartley's?
In 2000 Catherine and myself visited Dungeon Ghyll, and we'd been told by her dad that we had to pop into one of the pubs in the area - the Old Dungeon Ghyll. Back then I wasn't that impressed. Nine years on, I was going to revisit...
