Showing posts with label Places. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Places. Show all posts

Friday, 21 August 2015

Football Map

There's no place like home. Dorothy knew it. She must've known there's no place like your football clubs home either, as she (well, We Are Dorothy) has recreated the names of British football stadia into a quirky map. So she'll be able to find her way from Oz to Carrow Road.

Over 500 names are included, the majority famous football grounds but also 'map-tly' named training grounds (i.e Platt Lane), club names (Nottingham Forest) and players (David Rocastle). Hartlepool are represented twice with Victoria Park and Rink End making an appearance.

It's an inspired walkthrough famous names and places of British football. Available for £25 which given the match day prices for the majority of stadiums is a bargain.








Thursday, 6 December 2012

Last Pub Before Norway

Newbiggin-by-the-sea in Northumberia. A deceased Victorian seaside town home to high unemployment and a, quite frankly, frightening sculpture of 'The Couple' looking out to sea. It's also home to the 'Last Pub before Norway', namely the Cresswell Arms. Perched right on the edge of the Town, just shy of the Haven caravan site situated on the dunes, the Cressie isn't a looker and anyone without a local accent would probably turn round and go home thirsty. But there's a warm atmosphere inside, the locale being of the more mature in nature, and the ale is more than passable. There's also a good view of the North Sea battering both members of the couple like a third party in the bedroom. May as well get another round in, 'cause it's a bloody long way to the next boozer...



Tuesday, 11 October 2011

Stott Hall Farm

Or otherwise known as 'that-farm-in-the-middle-of-the-M62'. Just been to and from Manchester's Trafford Centre on a Christmas shopping trip, and passed the farm twice within 24 hours and felt compelled to google it to find out more.

Built in 1737, it stood for over 200 years in hilltop windswept loneliness before the motorway arrived in 1968. The future of the farm looked as bleak as the Pennines, with officials bulldozing and relocating dwellings in the path of the highways onslaught. However due to the fear of landslides on the steep hill, the motorway carriageways were split and thus Stott Hall was saved.

It's become an unlikely landmark on the motorway and according to tenant farmer Paul Thorp it's often used as an unofficial service station for people struggling for petrol. Can't imagine what it's like living there - Working hard in the fields doing a rural job, then to come back home with all this urban noise and disturbance. The M62 has been going strong for 40 odd years and won't let up until Judgement Day, so there's going to be no break in the 24/7 traffic buzz for farmer Thorp just yet.

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