Pendle Inn
We're moving on from Knaresborough and its witches and onto Pendle and theirs. Pendle Inn was perhaps where we felt our first unwelcomeness for this part of the UK and pretty much shaped the rest of our trip there. We'd booked to stay onsite in one of the little cottages at the back of the Inn and had a dinner reservation which we'd turned up for an hour beforehand. We asked to check in upon arrival and was told to wait in the bar area until the one person who could do check ins was available. Well she never materialised and in the end it was time for our dinner, all the while we had the locals scowling at us and barging into us. To say we were not wanted there was an understatement. We put in our order for dinner, baring in mind it was only 19.30 when we were seated, were served our starter alongside our mains, were told we had to order pudding now if we wanted it and then was avoided by the staff despite multiple attempts to talk for the next hour until the...
