Blanchland was built from the stones of a ruined 12th-century abbey, and the Lord Crewe Arms sits at the heart of it. The inn keeps a vast old fireplace where, the story goes, the Jacobite fugitive Tom Forster hid after the 1715 rising. It’s a smart, atmospheric place now, with open fires, food and rooms, tucked in a village of honey-coloured stone on the moorland edge. Well worth the drive out.
