Venturing forth

I went out today. I didn't go into Preston on my own, but I did wander to the Penwortham Library, which is a few blocks away. After going grocery shopping with my in-laws and then out to lunch at a pub in Eccleston (the Original Farmers' Arms), I just wasn't in the mood to trapse into downtown Preston. Plus it was raining again (after it being beautiful and blue all morning), so I figured the local library was sufficient.

I picked up a few books on local history, which are providing me leads to other sources. So that's a good start. I also discovered there was a reason why my cheap brolly (aka umbrella) was so cheap - it hyperextended whenever a breeze blew. I've added brolly to my shopping list.

One thing of interest:

One of the key movers and shakers responsible for bringing cotton mills to Preston, and thus changing its face forever, was John Horrocks. As it turns out, his manor house is just a few doors down from Steve's childhood home. It's been converted into flats for old age pensioners now. I snapped a photo of it as I walked by.



The three-story main house is the original Penwortham Hall, built circa 1801. Other buildings have been added in the intervening years.I suppose it doesn't look all that grand. Oh well.

Tomorrow, which the forecasters claim is going to be sunny, I head into Preston.