Hidden-Gems - Furness Whisper

Imagine, if you will, the year is 1487. England, still reeling from the Wars of the Roses, a right royal ruckus that left the country in a bit of a state, wouldn’t you know. Suddenly, a rumour sweeps the land like a biting northerly wind – a young lad, Lambert Simnel by name, is claiming

The salty breeze whispers secrets through the cobbled streets of Barrow-in-Furness. This time, it carries tales of not one, but two missing museum marvels: a mummy’s hand and a vanished butterfly brigade, both allegedly disappearing around the same time! Our mystery unfolds in the early 1990s. The Barrow Library collection, brimming with forgotten treasures, was

A chill grips the air as twilight descends upon Furness Abbey, the ancient stones seeming to exhale the secrets of centuries past. This isn’t your average historical snoozefest. Oh no. Furness Abbey in Cumbria, England, boasts impressive architecture and a rich past, but it’s the spooky rumour swirling around these ruins that truly chills you

Have you ever wandered through a place so steeped in history it sent shivers down your spine? Imagine crumbling ruins bathed in an eerie fog, the wind whispering secrets through broken windows, the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves filling your nostrils. Welcome to Furness Abbey in England, a place not just rich in

King John! The name that makes some folks think of grumpy cats and cancelled credit cards. But hey, even grumpy kings can spark some seriously fun legends – ones that would make Scrooge McDuck blush with envy! This one involves a treasure chest overflowing with enough gold, jewels, and sparkly stuff to make a dragon

The wind howled off the Irish Sea, rattling the windows of the Barrow Library Museum—or rather, the building that once housed it. For within those walls, now repurposed, a legend was born: the tale of the Mummy’s Hand. It was said to reside amidst the hushed whispers of visitors and the creaking floorboards, bathed in

A Bricked-Up History of Tax Rebellion Imagine a world where sunlight was a luxury, a privilege taxed by the crown. A world where people, rather than embrace the warmth of the sun, chose to brick up their windows. This was the reality of 18th-century England, a time when a seemingly innocuous tax ignited a peculiar

Ever wished you could travel back in time? Well, grab your imaginary time machine, because we’re about to dive into the Domesday Book (1086) and unearth some fascinating – and perhaps surprising – details about Barrow-in-Furness’s early days. While “Barrow” itself doesn’t get a shout-out in the book, it does mention some nearby settlements that