Haverigg

Ancestors forged in iron!

The only sounds now are the calls of the Jackdaws in the swaying rustling trees and the gurgling of the River Duddon just 50 metres away. Once, these woods reverberated to the pounding of hammers, the squeaks of wheelbarrows, the… Read More ›

Grandad’s Onions!

My Grandad knew his onions! My earliest childhood memory is of going to his allotment in the small Cumbrian village of Haverigg as a 5 year old and being surrounded by peas, beans, leeks, ……. and onions. They were whoppers… Read More ›