Photo-a-Day (Sunday, 5th January, 2025)
In God Is My Hope
Dating from the late 1700's and possibly standing on the site of a much earlier farm house, it was originally known as the Thomas Hesketh Arms named in a 1843 tithe map after Sir Thomas Dalrymple Hesketh, the owner of the Ale House and a wealthy land owner in and around Shevington who resided in Rufford Hall.
It was once the pub to 'be' and 'be seen' in, in the late 60's and 70's, however the glory days of this Grade ll listed building are long gone.
Photo: Colin Traynor (iPhone)
' Live from London . The Lord Barrington Road Show ! ' .
In my original quotation I concluded with ‘I think that family moto fell on deaf ears’.
Also you will see this morning that we are waking up to a liberal coating of snow, very pretty outside my window.
It was on the market at £360K and was recently sold.
Unfortunately most of the surrounding land and car park are now built on, so not quite a bargain.
I Hate kerb parking it is a danger to people, children and the disabled.
Pavements, are for walking on, not for cars, cycling and scooters, they go very fast indeed too with no concentration for others. I've had plenty of near misses with the quiet electric ones that do go very fast.
Nice looking property...360K is cheap for a house like that. It would probably be bought as a second home here !
It's nice to see the new Shevington Moor to Gidlow cycle path marked on the road outside the old Hesketh arms.
But wouldn't you think by now the owners would have taken down the old pub sign from off that gable end?
I had to look up "The Lord Barrington Roadshow", Poet.....I don't remember him at all but I remember The Hesketh Arms. It says he appeared at The Stork in Billinge as well. What do you all bet the children won't go back to school tomorrow if we get more than two inches of snow?
'Hope is a waking dream',
- Aristotle -
Yes Irene,you're probably right about schools being closed.I believe it's more to do with parents claiming if their children fall.They can't really afford the payouts.
Lord Barrington was a dj at the Stork,Marsh Green I think.
I agree the price is quite cheap for such a building. Surely there should be room for the cars around the side or back. I would be afraid of them being damaged. If the foliage is Wisteria it will look grand in early Summer.
Before the M6 was built this part of Shevington Moor was the main road out of Standish to Parbold and beyond, now it’s no more than a quiet Cul-de-Sac.
I agree with you, Irene. It is all down to the schools' fear of being sued if one of their children slips.
Lord Barrington appeared at the Hesketh every Tuesday evening . The pub was always packed out . He had a very 1970's look about him , white jacket with sleeves rolled up , shades and headphones and spoke in that radio D.J style popular then . (Think Mike Reid or Noel Edmonds) .
It took place in that front room on the right where the two Georgian windows are . It was quite small and the evening was less a disco but more of a sing along , like a live jukebox with a few rope lights strewn about .
The big event was the following Thursday at Standish Labour Club with full on light show and projectors . Dry ice was pumped onto the dance floor and you suddenly became immersed in a great silver cloud . When the strobes came on everything started moving in slow motion like a diamond exploding and the cat-suited girl you was dancing with looked like she was getting beamed up to the Starship Enterprise .
There is loads of history here about this historical Shevington public house.
https://chorleyinnsandtaverns.blogspot.com/p/standish-hesketh-arms.html
Poet, that was the funniest comment I have ever seen, all so true.
You had both myself and my wife rolling about laughing, we will keep talking about all day. Hope we can get to sleep tonight!
Poet, you overlooked to mention the perils of The UV lights.
You could pick out any girl with white bra and knickers under their dresses and it was deadly for any man with dandruff.
Poet it still amuses me till this day about girls in cat suits. My late wife had a beautiful multi coloured catsuit with flared bottoms. The amusing part was when she went to the loo and was sat there in only her bra with the cat suit being one piece.
I’d say it was on the cheap side for a property that size Colin but the Ivy would have to come down it’s a pity it looks good but causes so much damage to the mortar and roofs.
That sounds fascinating, Poet! Fancy all that happening at Standish Labour Club! Jean, I didn't realise there was a Stork Pub in Marsh Green....I only knew The Stork at Billinge, so apologies.
What a ridiculous state of affairs when children can't go to school in the snow in case they fall and parents claim compensation! We went to school in all weathers and made huge slides everywhere! If you fell and grazed your knee, you ran home yelling; your Mam said "You're not dead", put a plaster on, gave you a jam butty and you got back on the slide....job done! Nobody phoned the school or the council, and you learned that you had to take knocks in life.
There's no Slum houses round this neck of the woods.
Some interesting background to the Hesketh Arms:
https://chorleyinnsandtaverns.blogspot.com/p/standish-hesketh-arms.html
Didn't Lord Barrington DJ at the Rugby club?
I overlooked to mention that I met my wife in the Hesketh Arms 19th May 1973.
I asked her marry me in the Unicorn, Billinge a few months later and we got officially engaged December that year in The Red Lion, Haigh.
Clearly we have terrible track record regarding closing down pubs!
Irene,the Stork at Marsh Green is long gone,but a memory now.x
May I respectfully ask you to keep away from The Buck's Head in Abram, Colin? (Only joking, my friend!!).
Apologies Harold, I hadn't realised you'd already posted a link to the Chorley pubs website.
Irene, you might recall I posted a picture of The Buck’s Head, Abram a while back.
Think I might take a light refreshment I ventured inside but was turned away by the landlord saying that he had heard of my reputation and was barred! So it looks like it’s quite safe for the moment.