Fairfield Lane, Barrow-in-Furness, 27th October 1915 #BarrowHero #VC #WW1 NeverForget A crisp autumn air hangs over Fairfield Lane, the smell of coal smoke mingling with the sweet scent of fallen leaves. Barrow-in-Furness is abuzz with excitement today! Cheers erupt from the throngs of people lining the street, their faces beaming with pride. We gather here
Cumbria in the mid-1700s wasn’t exactly crawling with fancy art studios. The air was thick with the scent of woodsmoke and damp earth, and the sounds of sheep bleating on the distant fells carried on the wind. But for young George Romney, Romney Cottage (back then known as the slightly less glamorous “High Cocken”) became
Imagine a time, the late 19th and early 20th centuries, when Barrow-in-Furness wasn’t just a town, it was a living, breathing postcard! The air, thick with the scent of coal smoke and sea salt, vibrated with the rhythmic clang of hammers from the shipyards. Gulls screeched overhead, their cries mingling with the shouts of workers
The Low Road in Barrow-in-Furness wasn’t always just a flat stretch of asphalt, grey and unremarkable under the often-leaden sky. In its prime, it was a proud railway bridge, a towering iron giant striding across the landscape, carrying the lifeblood of industry with a rhythmic clang and clatter of wheels on tracks. The air would
Imagine the clang of hammers echoing across the water, the hiss of steam rising from mighty engines, and the scent of salt air mingling with the aroma of molten metal. This is the symphony of Devonshire Dock, a monument to Barrow-in-Furness enduring spirit of innovation and its indelible mark on maritime history. Born from ambition
The crisp autumn air crackled with anticipation. A crowd gathered at Cavendish Dock in Barrow-in-Furness, their breath misting in the cool air, eyes fixed on the gleaming silver behemoth that strained at its moorings. This was no ordinary vessel; this was the Mayfly, Britain’s first rigid airship, a symbol of national pride and a bold
The biting wind whips down Rawlinson Street, whistling through the gaps in the ageing red brick terraced houses, carrying with it the salty tang of the nearby Irish Sea. A faint smell of coal smoke from nearby chimneys mixes with the briny air, a reminder of the town’s industrial heart. The rhythmic clang of hammers
William Henry Lynn (1829-1915) wasn’t just any architect; he was a Victorian-era rock star who left his mark on cities across Ireland and northern England. But Barrow-in-Furness? This bustling industrial town, nestled amidst the dramatic Cumbrian fells, really owes him a big thank you. why, you ask? Well, buckle up, dear reader, because the story
Imagine standing in the valley where Furness Abbey was built, back in the year 1300. Breathe in the crisp air, scented with pine needles and damp earth, a fragrance unique to this secluded corner of Cumbria. The ruins rise before you, majestic even in their weathered state. The warm red sandstone, quarried from the nearby
Piel Island, a tiny emerald off the coast of Cumbria, is more than just a picturesque island. It’s a place where history comes alive, where the echoes of monks, smugglers, and would-be kings mingle with the cries of seabirds and the crashing waves. Piel Castle: A Fortress of Faith and Fortification Dominating the island’s landscape