Workington Hall

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Workington Hall

Dating from the 14th century this was one of the finest Manor houses in the region. The family gave shelter to Mary Queen of Scots before her imprisonment.

The ruined hall was once a magnificent fortified home belonging to the powerful Curwen family. It is said to be haunted by the Jacobite, ‘Galloping Harry Curwen.’

‘The manifestations take the form of banging noises similar to a bang on each step of the staircase. The noise is said to sound like Harry’s head banging against each step as his female French visitor, seeing Harry was ill, tried to hasten his death along by dragging him downstairs before making off with his jewels. The galloping Jacobite had secured his place in history as being the original ‘Head Banger.’

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Carlisle Castle Fort

The Motorhomers had ventured south in an attempt to further their vast knowledge of the Roman Empire;

‘They a’ talk funny doon here, Josie, dae ye no’ think?’ asked Francie.

‘Aye, Francie, that’s because their forefaithers were Roman Soadjers,’ said Josie.

‘Aw, Josie, ye’ve put me in the mood for a cup o’ tea an’ a couple o’ Jammy Doadjers, let’s join the wimmin in the tea shop,’ said Francie.

The two lads’ women were in ‘Ye Olde Tea Shoppe’ enjoying a jug of Oxo and a sausage roll. Jessie was telling Phemie of an encounter she’d had with a woman at a bus stop in Glasgow;

‘Well, Phemie, she says tae me, could ye go a pie? Aye, says I, never thinking, no’ that I wis carin’. But it wis the dirty way she said it. So I hitched up my skirt put my fit on the bus and walked hame, ye know what I mean, Phemie?’ asked Jessie.

‘Sure, Jessie, sure, Jessie,’ said Phemie.

‘Aw, here come yon two eejits noo, Phemie, we’ll let them fill their guts and then we’ll head back tae the van,’ said Jessie.

‘Sure, Jessie, sure, Jessie,’ said Phemie.

‘Hullaw there! Are ye two wimmin looking for a lumber?’ called Josie.

The waitress appeared just then;

‘Two mugs o’ Bovril and a couple o’ mince pies, if ye would pardon my expressions, hen,’ said Josie. ‘Is that OK, Francie?’

‘Sure, Josie, sure, Josie,’ said Francie.

Joe Sharp

Perhaps you would enjoy reading the adventures of Francie and Josie.

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