Barrow - Furness Whisper - Page 6

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

Imagine stepping back in time, the air thick with the scent of coal smoke and the clang of hammers on steel. This is the Barrow-in-Furness that built its Town Hall, a crown jewel in red sandstone, a testament to a bygone era. Back when iron ruled supreme and ships dominated the waves,Barrow-in-Furness was a town

The Barrow Raiders, a name synonymous with grit and determination in the world of rugby league, boasts a rich history dating back to 1875. But their story isn’t one of instant glory; it’s a testament to community spirit and a love for the beautiful (and sometimes brutal) game. #BarrowRaiders #CravenParkLegends Birth of a Club (1875):

Barrow AFC’s rich history spans over a century, marked by moments of triumph, difficult struggles, and a remarkable journey through the highs and lows of English football. From its humble beginnings to its grand return to the Football League, Barrow’s story is one of resilience, heart, and unwavering support from its loyal fans. The Early

Barrow-in-Furness had its own dose of sunshine and cool dips with the Biggar Bank outdoor pool! Built in 1931, this lido provided a welcome escape during the summer months. Imagine the shimmering turquoise water (okay, maybe it was a bit more on the “bracing” side, buthey, it was the Irish Sea!) contrasting with the golden

Step back in time and imagine Barrow-in-Furness in 1911. The air is thick with coal smoke and the clang of shipyard work, but rising above the industrial hum is a brand new, state-of-the-art fire station on Abbey Road, a beacon of safety for the growing town. Built by Burmantofts of Leeds for the princely sum

Imagine the roar of the crowd, a sea of red and white surging forward as Willie Horne, the maestro with the ball, dances through the opposition. The crisp autumn air crackles with anticipation, the thud of boots on turf echoing through the stadium as he sidesteps a defender, his eyes fixed on the try line.

Risedale Secondary School, a name that stirs nostalgia for many Barrow-in-Furness residents, wasn’t always a pile of bricks replaced by a discount grocer’s. Built in 1926, it echoed with the sounds of school bells clanging, the rumble of students’ chatter in the hallways, and the squeak of chalk on blackboards. It catered to the growing

In the 1960s, Amphitrite Street in Walney was a bustling hub of activity, and amongst the shops stood Duggie Dale’s, a purveyor of frozen delights. Known for its wide variety of frozen foods (according to a piece in “The Mail”), the shop’s motto, “You want it – we have it”, perfectly captured their commitment to

Imagine the glint of sunlight on the red brick façade of the Victorian-era Technical School, its terracotta accents adding a touch of elegance. Built in 1900 by Woodhouse and Willoughby, this building once housed a hub of technical learning, its corridors echoing with the murmur of voices and the rustle of pages. The school catered