Barrow - Furness Whisper - Page 3

Ah, Barrow-in-Furness! A town known for its shipyards and steelworks, the clang of metal against metal echoing through the streets. But amidst the industrial grit, there existed a haven of sweetness, a veritable oasis for those with a penchant for sugary delights. This, dear reader, is the tale of The Bon Bon, a confectionery emporium

Ah, Barrow-in-Furness! A town known for its steely spirit and, believe it or not, sparkling clean clothes! Imagine, if you will, the clatter of horse-drawn carts on cobbled streets, the air thick with the scent of coal smoke and sea air. Back in the 1890s, amidst this industrial hum, a sudsy revolution began with the

The Bay Horse on Hawcoat Lane isn’t your average pub. This Barrow-in-Furness legend boasts a history as rich and satisfying as a perfectly pulled pint of Cumbria’s finest ale. But unlike some dusty old history books, this pub’s past is full of twists and turns that’ll make you raise an eyebrow (and maybe another glass)!

Walney Island’s historic lighthouse has stood guard over Cumbria’s coast for centuries, but for two decades, its beacon shone brighter thanks to the dedication of Peggy Braithwaite. Britain’s only female lighthouse keeper at the time, Peggy’s story is one of maritime responsibility, unwavering commitment, and a deep connection to the sea. Born on nearby Piel

Picture this: It’s 1939, England. The air is thick with anticipation. The news on the wireless crackles with unsettling reports, casting a shadow over the warm, familiar routines of everyday life. In the kitchen, you’re Nella Last, a housewife, your hands submerged in warm, soapy water, washing dishes with the rhythmic sound of the mangle

The clang of hammers on iron, the hiss of steam escaping from colossal machinery, and the acrid tang of coal smoke hanging heavy in the air – these were the sounds and smells that filled Josiah Timmis Smith’s world. Born in 1823, amidst the rolling hills of Derbyshire, his life’s journey would lead him to

Buckle up, because we’re going on a groovy time warp to #1957BarrowinFurness. Forget poodle skirts and jukeboxes, because the coolest thing in town was the brand new British Cellophane factory, setting up shop near Sandscale Haws. This wasn’t your average factory, no sir! Imagine a place that pumped out invisibility film – well, not exactly

The crisp air of a May morning in 1917 carried the echoing clang of shipyard work as Barrow-in-Furness, then part of Lancashire, awaited a momentous occasion. King George V and Queen Mary were arriving on a visit – not a leisurely one, but a wartime endeavour to bolster the spirits of those toiling tirelessly at

Standing at the bar in The Duke of Edinburgh Hotel, I couldn’t help but imagine the conversations that echoed through these halls over a century ago. Back in 1871, when this grand building was first constructed, Barrow-in-Furness was a hive of maritime activity. The town boasted the largest steelworks in the world and was a

In the roaring year of 1870, Barrow-in-Furness was booming. The clang of hammers on steel echoed across the bustling docks, and the air, thick with coal smoke and the cries of gulls, vibrated with the energy of a town on the rise. Fuelled by the mighty docks and hungry shipyards, the town craved a reliable