One of the bottlers my father worked for must have had an arrangement or a contract with breweries on the other side of the Pennines in what used to be Cumberland and Westmorland. I can remember him talking about the journeys in the winter because there was often snow and ice to navigate on the A66 and then in the hills around Penrith and Keswick. The trip he used to dread in the winter was to Cleator Moor, not far from Whitehaven, and only accessible by narrow, winding roads.
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8 May, 2015
at 6:12 am
Any one who does not find this label cool should get off the bus!!!!
8 May, 2015
at 8:59 am
Very very nice. I can almost see the queue getting longer by the minute. All aboard!