I was raised in the olde english pub the Coach and Horses .. I remember well the smell of the rich variety of ales and that there was always a warm hearth ..LOST PUBS OF PENRITH
A letter-writer in the Daily Telegraph seemed to be out-of-date when he asked: "I wonder if we shall remember 2008 as the year we lost our pubs?"
Alas, public houses the Mitre, the Salutation, the Old Crown, the Horse and Farrier, the Fish, the Coach and Horses, the Railway Tavern, the Museum, the Beacon, the Bluebell, the Lion and Lamb, the Duke's Head and others have been disappearing in steady succession over the years from the streets of Penrith, once among the booziest towns in the land.
The pubs of Penrith were once the mark of friendly social cohesion. But television struck the licensed trade a devastating blow and, in the case of Penrith, the loss of the auction cost landlords some of their best customers, especially in Castlegate and Corn Market, within walking distance of the mart.
The growth of sporting and ex-Servicemen's clubs added to the problems of many pubs, which had previously enjoyed the night-after-night loyalty of regulars.
Such was the strength of support that nobody could have imagined that a bustling hostelry like the Two Lions, in Great Dockray, would ever face closure. There was sometimes a hint of scandal about the place, and late-night violence led to court appearances by customers, some of them transport drivers who found Penrith a convivial town to stay overnight.
The Two Lions was the lorrymen's most popular pub and throbbed with activity and clinking glasses. Now, like other rival houses of a livelier past, the bars and smoke rooms lie sad and silent, behind locked doors and blocked windows.
Without many of its historic inns, Penrith is not the chummy, "lived in" town that once it was.
The pub was one of the local watering holes and gathering spots .. people would bring their families and drink, play darts, sing and talk together .. as an 6-8 year old I carried the takings to the Penrith bank a short walk from the pub.
everybody new my name and would call out to me and coax me into their shops to give me a sweet or something similar or even just chat.
I have such fond memories of this time in my young life .. we later moved to Northumberland to a small village called Gamblesby .. the nearest sociality to the village being a small hamlet nearby.
I have always hoped to take my family back to see where I was raised .. lol .. and spend a few nights in the B&B .. which we also ran when we had it.
sadly this will never be .. but more sadly that it is an end of an era in Penrith .. for the olde english pub
yes it is change .. but sad to think of a future without such places