Now that I have your attention:
This is actually a follow-up to last night’s B&W picture.
The alley depicted was notorious in medieval times as being the place sailors would walk to from the nearby quayside to meet with ladies of , ahem, negotiable affection.
For this reason, up until the 19th century, this alley was known as ‘Grope-c*nt’ or ‘Swap-c*nt’ alley. Sweeping gentrification in Victorian times saw it renamed ‘Bashful Alley’, which does at least show a sly sense of humour.
Lancaster itself (as far as I know) no longer has either sailors or a ‘Red Light District’. This is a bit boring in my opinion and the place could do with livening up a bit.
I do have some colour pictures to give a little more context:
Stepping back a little we can see that the alley now houses the Old Bell coffee shop and cafe. It has great cakes, which goes some way to compensating for the lack of other attractions in the alley nowadays.
Here is the colour version of the B&W pic.
A comment asked ‘where does it lead?’ The tunnel emerges onto the main A6 road through the city. You can see the front door of Crows Hotel across the road, and the tail end of a passing car. The other end of the alley emerges on to Lancaster’s Market Street.
Apologies if you were expecting pictures of scantily clad young ladies. For this you would have to look at my Instagram feed as I keep getting ‘followed’ by ladies whose life seems to consist of wearing very little in exotic locations. I am somewhat mystified as to why they would follow me but suspect it is some kind of ‘follow-unfollow’ technique to boost their own follower numbers. I might be wrong and possibly they are irresistibly drawn to middle-aged Englishmen with a weird sense of humour. I can dream can’t I?
Apologies also if you were expecting saucy stories of my night-time adventures.
These are on my other, anonymous, blog. In this case I definitely only get to dream.