About Us

Sisters Sandra and Joyce grew up in nearby Sedbergh, with a large extended family from Cumbria and Lancashire. In summer 2006 they took possession of the lovely Barbon inn and, with the help of their husbands John and Peter, are carefully retaining the charm and increasing the comforts.

You will always find a peaceful haven of friendly hospitality, fine food and soothing comfort – the ideal combination for the perfect break away.

We look forward to greeting you and your friends in the near future at the Barbon Inn.

In the Barbon Inn you will enjoy the atmosphere created by over 300 years of history. See the pock marks in the settle from a 19th Century shooting and find out about the hanged highwayman.

A tribute to the Lune

Robert William Thornburrow, wrote the following tribute many years ago, in his own style. Having spent many years living in the South of England his thoughts often returned to Westmorland and Kirkby Lonsdale, the place of his birth.

“I remember many happy hours spent in and around the Lune Valley; my visits to the source of the Lune - a trickle of water from a spring on Green Bell, a predominant, dome-shaped hill on the Howgill Fells overlooking the village of Newbiggin-on-Lune; and to Sunderland point, where the Lune merges into the Irish Sea. The following lines are my humble contribution to these memories.

Oh what a glorious summer’s day, The sun is bright and high, It makes me feel so happy That it’s good to be alive. I sit upon a river bank, Beneath a shady tree, The soft caressing breezes blow Sweet music through the leaves. The birds are singing merrily, I hear a cuckoo cry, Amongst the boughs above me A squirrel scampers by. Then suddenly, I hear a sound Of tiny feet upon the ground, I look around and then I see A cheeky fieldmouse watching me.

The Trout jumps high, to catch his fly, A water-hen goes swimming by, Then down the river, on his beat, I spy a kingfisher, fast and fleet. I hear the sound of distant bells, The bleat of grazing sheep, And the cows up in the meadow Look restful in their sleep. Can there be more peace of mind, More wondrous joy than this, Away from all the noisy crowds That shatter all our dreams of bliss? To sit and rest amidst this place Is wonderful indeed. It’s free to all that pass this way And wish to find such perfect peace.