Northern hospitality is something I’ve heard about many times here in the South but last week I encountered it for real.
Last Tuesday I left home at 0200 in order to deliver to The Lake District at 0700. When I got to the hotel where I was delivering I asked the concierge if he knew of a good local cafe where I could get a bit of breakfast. He immediately phoned through to the kitchen and said they’d sort me out a bit of brekkie. I was directed to the kitchen where the cook was sorting out a plate of freshly cooked fried breakfast which she kept adding to as other items became ready. By the time she’d finished I’d had a full English breakfast complete with toast and coffee and she wouldn’t dream of taking any money for it.
It really did make the early start worthwhile!
