A pint of tea for 50p in Lancashire!

[ColinJ]

We lived on Padiham road from 1998 to 2004. Had to move in a hurry when a violent drug dealer moved in next door and life suddenly became rather unpleasant. We live in the Ribble Valley now, don'tcha know old chap!

How did the estate agent describe the property that you sold - 'Desirable 3 bedroom terraced house with panoramic views of local wildlife'!

 

[Blue Hills]

This is spooky even witchlike globalti - i came across this thread by chance earlier today, was busy but thought i'd post on it later at the risk of being mocked for posting on a dead old thread, and then return to find that it has risen again.

On downham, it may be known these days for "born and bread" (though there are few downham exterior shots) but to many locals it is still best known for that rather good film Whistle Down the Wind - clips onyoutube plus some contemporary location film of director bryan forbes looking rather hipster. Plus a young dickie attenborough. Don't know if you are religious (i'm not) but next time you are in downham walk into the church, then turn right round to walk straight out again. The view from the church door porch or whatever is truly wonderful, one of the best views from any church anywhere i am sure.

 

[Accy cyclist]

We lived on Padiham road from 1998 to 2004. Had to move in a hurry when a violent drug dealer moved in next door and life suddenly became rather unpleasant. We live in the Ribble Valley now, don'tcha know old chap!

A friend of mine who often sits on the bench next to the Swan Hotel Whalley told me that Whalley has more cocaine addicts than the national average.

 

[Dirk]

Ah the Red Rock.... that was our fave place for dinner when we lived on Padiham Road. It was made from three old cottages knocked together. The chef and proprietor was a bloke named Geoffrey Beetlestone, he was quite a character and a really good instinctive chef; his food was robust, flavoursome and unpretentious and he loved using local ingredients. He kept a good pint as well. Sadly his personal hygiene was terrible as his nails were always black and he had an old lurcher with a hideous weeping tumour on one eye that used to, er, lurch around the bar. It may have been this and his rather overbearing personality that caused the business to fail. We have looked for him but he hasn't popped up anywhere locally.

He now lives in Watchet.
I shouldn't think there are too many restauranteurs with that name around.
He doesn't appear to be doing anything now.
He is very ...er...'theatrical' in his manner.
I see him around regularly.