There's places of pilgrimage too, like The Coast to Coast fish & chip shop in Kirkby Stephen where The Curmudgeonly One would oft partake of our national dish. We sometimes stop there ourselves on our own Coast to Coast ramblings, albeit in the car whilst traversing the North Pennines from Granny's Bay to Whitley Bay, and there is almost an air of sanctity about the place, a particular Holy fragrance as though of an olfactory prayer, of myrrh or frankincense, or - yes! - chip fat & vinegar!   

Perhaps we might greet one other with the name of our scared deities, such as Bencathra; and we don't have to bother with making a website because it already exists: http://www.wainwright.org.uk/index.html

"There's no such thing as bad weather, only unsuitable clothing." - AW