And yet… today's feature is Bridgnorth, one of my favourite places, and one I'd move to like a shot, had it a train station or more than 4 buses a day (and had I the many hundreds of thousands of pounds needed to afford a cardboard box there). It's built on a dramatic sandstone outcrop falling sharply down to the River Severn. It has a steam railway line, a funicular railway, formerly inhabited caves (in one of which was born Francis Moore, of Old Moore's Almanack, a ruined castle, a town hall on stilts underneath which the market is held, and winding cobbled streets packed with cottages of the kind Lou (of The Quiet Life) would love (lots of pictures here). The rolling Shropshire countryside stretches for miles - it would be idyllic, were it not for the presence of thousands of Tory bastards.
Ho hum. Another reason to search for a rich heiress. My teacher's wage will never stretch to the humblest of abodes in deepest Shropshire. Though Christine seems to have wangled it - she and James have an idyllic abode.
4 comments:
You're right Vole, it's beautiful there. Good luck finding your heiress; surely scholars such as yourself are de rigueur for all the polite society gatherings?
I can see myself opening up a cute shop in a place like that, ah dreams...
Bridgnorth - too hilly.
Local legend is that Hitler thought about making Bridgnorth the English capital if he succeeded in trouncing us in the war, which I dont believe for a second.
(unwraps the Guardian magazine, sees they've put that in their article. Ignore me.)
I'm also from Bridgnorth, it is true about the Hitler thing. We have a railway, riverway, roads, and massive hills .
In the town it was originally(and still is partially) surrounded by big gates and walkways, perfect for a fortress ;-).
Lovely place though our town, and fantastic in the summer looking over the whole of Bridgnorth from High Rock
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