Welcome to the Moorcock

In my early twenties I used to regularly pass a place called the Moorcock Inn. It was on a quiet road between Waddington and Newton in the Ribble Valley, perfect for a summer evening drive out with friends in my freshly waxed car. I haven’t been that way in some time, but in July this year I fell upon the place again, and was dismayed to find it in ruins. What a sad … Continue reading Welcome to the Moorcock