The final pitstop of our Victoria Wood jolly was in Lancaster, the county town of Lancashire. Our lodgings for the night were at the historic 17th-century Sun Hotel and Bar with fancy rooms. Like my creaking bones, the creaking floorboards gave its age away.
Founded as a Roman fort in the 1st century CE, the handsome city, stuffed with listed buildings, is wrapped around the medieval castle built on the Roman roots. For us, the castle – until recently a prison – was the main event. Unfortunately, many of the best bits were ‘guided tour only’. Still, an old cell block which currently hosts the Lancashire Police Museum was open to casual callers – a quick frisk by a burly screw* with a bulldog face not required. And instead of ‘porridge’ at His Majesty’s pleasure, it was coffee and cake in the sunny castle courtyard afterwards, then back to our digs for some excellent pub grub washed down with decent vino. Cheers!
*’Screw’ is slang for a prison guard. The term is thought to originate from the 19th century, when prison life was really grim. Back then, inmates were forced to perform gruelling and utterly pointless hard labor by turning a hand-crank for hours on end. Depending on their mood, guards could tighten or loosen the screw on the machine to make the wheel harder or easier to turn. Hence the possible origin of the word still used today.
