Today the sun was shining and the sky was blue so I decided to head off and check out Brigham where Joseph Head was born in 1836. I hopped on to the Number 36 bus and the driver asked me where in Brigham I wanted to get off and I replied "No idea!" He had a giggle and I explained why I was heading there - so he drove me through the town and pointed out the right road to the church St Bridgets and where to get the bus back.Brigham is one of those British villages that has declined in its availability of services over the last 20 years. There used be shops and 3 pubs but now there is only one shop and a social centre - all the pubs now closed. The church was being cleaned as I got there so I got to take a look inside.
I headed back for the bus - taking a few photos of the village on the way back. I waited for the bus and as I did a car pulled up and it was the driver of the bus offering me a ride to Lorton where I also wanted to go to but there was no buses to there. Bonus!We drove to Lorton to the church St Cuthberts and there I found Skelton Head and his wife Catherine's gravestone - Skelton being Joseph's grandfather. I knew that the family had owned Hope Farm and a kindly gent (who was also cleaning the church) told me the directions to the Farm. We drove up there and met a woman who was painting some of the cottages as the Farm is now used for holiday cottages.
From there we took a look around the village of Lorton and the site of the original Jennings Brewery and then Ken drove me all the way through the Lakes District and past the fells - some amazing scenery to which I don't think my pictures do justice.I'm touched by the kindness of a stranger who is a keen walker and climber so knew much about the area and gave me a terrific guided tour.
Finished off the day with a slow roasted lamb shank at The Bitter End ... tasty
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