Backbarrow - Furness Whisper

Imagine a time before washing machines, when laundry day felt like wrestling a grizzly bear in a mud puddle. The air thick with the scent of lye soap, your knuckles raw from scrubbing, and the constant threat of a stray splash of scalding water. Keeping your whites white? Forget about it! Clothes yellowed faster than

Ever wander through Backbarrow and feel a strange tingle in your toes? It’s pure village magic! Nestled in this charming spot lies a surprising secret – the skeletal remains of the Low Wood Gunpowder Works, a factory that boomed (literally!) for over a century. Can you still smell the faintest whiff of sulfur lingering in

Nestled in the bonnie Cumbrian countryside, Backbarrow has a long and storied past when it comes to woodcutting. For centuries, the ring of the axe and the rasp of the saw echoed through the valleys, a testament to the vital role this craft played in the lives of its people. Imagine the sharp scent of