Off on a tangent as usual but the mention of the George and Dragon at Garrigill sparked memories of climbing Cross Fell from there - Quite a trek. Returning to the George and Dragon for food and liquid refreshement I thought I had fell into a time warp. Flagged floors, polished wood everywhere, fire burning in the hearth and even a group of old shepherds in flat caps and tweed playing dominoes while their well behaved border collies (back on topic) watched lovingly from under seats.

The pub had a remarkable range of whiskeys which resulted in me missing out on a trip down some old mines the next day!