Wednesday, 17 December 2008

DRUNKEN DUCKS.

Drunken Duck Inn in Cumbria is a lovely place to go. The name dates back to Victorian times when the landlady found her ducks lying in the road, thought they were dead, and plucked them.  In fact, the birds had been drinking beer and were merely indisposed. Full of remorse, she knitted jerseys to keep them warm until their feathers grew back. 

This Lake District pub has 16 rooms with a beautiful Brathay Black slate bar. Doubles from £95 knitters welcome.

1 comment:

Felix said...

that is a truly amazing story!

I want to be a drunken duck.