The Hare and Hounds in Bowland Bridge, a few miles from Windermere, is exactly how you’d want a Lakeland pub to be. A pretty 17th-century stone building, whitewashed, with a couple of dormer windows poking up from the slate roof and a view of the fells, it was originally a coaching inn on the route from Manchester to Glasgow.
It is not, however, looking its best today. We arrive in a proper Cumbrian downpour. It should be warm and welcoming, with a place by the wood-burner to dry out and down a pint of Wainwright, perhaps. But the door is shut, the curtains drawn in one of the downstairs windows and no sign of life through the other. Attached to the front of the building is a sign; not a pub sign (the name of the pub is painted elegantly in grey over the door), this one has another message: FOR SALE.
“It’s amazing how quickly a building starts to degrade when it’s not being used,” says Simon Rayner, who I’m here with. He points to the peeling paint and patches of green lichen; the unkempt flower beds; the bedraggled collapsed parasols over the outdoor tables; a line of forgotten beer barrels along the garden wall, still awaiting collection. “It needs some love again.”
Paid a lot of lip service to the cost of labor but only a quick mention of how the rent doubled for no reason.
London landlords killed another rural pub trying to squeeze blood from a stone.




