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Published: November 5th 2021
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After our well earned coffee and toast Sion and I set off in search of the Town Walls . Wouldnt it be nice to walk around a set of walls just like Chester ? Well sadly Shrewsburys walls had long gone . Gateways had been removed , all the towers bar one taken down and the stone used elsewhere and the walls had disappeared apart from an odd spot here and there . We found the tower known as the Town Wall Tower just up the road from the Girls school . The girls were coming out of the doors of an interesting building . They looked a bit scruffy in their uniforms Mini skirts that were so short they were just like belts . I thought about mini skirts in the 60's and we wore them with more style and panache than these girls . Builders were working on the one remaining tower . It was in the trust of the National Trust and they allowed visits on only 8 days a year . Today was not one of those 8 days .
" Typical - another one of those plans which have gone pear shaped " I could hear
the grumbling of the sheep from within my bag . Oh well perhaps the next stop might give him something of interest .
Old Chads church . Set within a graveyard turned into a park and surrounded by Georgian town houses it looked a sorry sight . The park was full of walkers with their dogs . The dogs barking excitedly at the squirrels who were doing their Autumnal housework . The church was medieval and Saxon in origin . Originally it had been a minster with an anchorite cell and was the old parish church of Shrewsbury. The tower collapsed in 1788 following cracks being discovered in the fabric of the building . The church authoriites called in Thomas Telford and the great man pronounced that there was imminent danger of collapse due to the digging of graves too close to the shallow foundations . The church athorities listened to him and ignored him as they felt the building work would be too costly . Instead they went for a cheaper option and work started . However two days later all was left of the church was a pile of rubble .
There was little left of
the building . The great oak doors dated 1663 were in a sorry state . There was a massive lock on the door and I peered through the gap but could see nothing but darkness within. The walls were supposed to be whitewashed and there were a number of tombs dating to the Jacobean period . We walked around but there was little to see and with the inside so unsafe we had to move on to the hole in the ground where the crypt used to be before that caved in. "
Well she is not doing very well finding things for me to see is she ?" With the church ticked off we headed in search of the museum . We had walked around and around and not found it . Every time we found an information board we seemed to have gone round in a circle and missed it . In the end found it . We had passed it earlier in the morning . Emblazoned with the words Police Station over one door and Weights and Measures over the other we had missed it completely . So we were set up now .
" A warm and a drink and cake for me " Sadly Sion was going to be disappointed . He might get a warm as the shop was open and possibly the cafe but the rest of the museum was firmly shut . It was Monday after all and we should have known better . Still the museum could wait for another day and we headed off up town through the shops and waited for the bus to take us back to Ziggy who hopefully by now would have new brake fluid and two new tyres .
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