Blogs from Shrewsbury, Shropshire, England, United Kingdom, Europe - page 3

Just added my first picture showing a very tired looking me after John, Nick and I had cycled from Lichfield to Cannock up to Rugeley then back to Lichfield. I did this 29 miler on my old mountain bike and found it really hard...hence the red face. I learnt the importance of good bike equipment, such as padded gloves!... read more

He was a giant - 7 feet 2 inches tall, with a bushy white beard and specs resting part of the way down his nose. He wore a long, red robe with gold braid and badges, and a tricorn hat. His name was Martin. We were standing outside the Tourist Information Office in Shrewsbury, the county town of Shropshire in the West Midlands, about nine miles (14 kms) east of the border with Wales. The giant was officially the url=http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/newstopics/howaboutthat/7169195/Pictured-the-worlds-tallest-town-crier-who-stands-7ft-2ins-tall.htmltallest town crier in the world. Today, however, Martin Wood had left his bell at home and was to be our guide on a walking tour of the town. "First of all", he said in his best Hagrid voice*, "let me tell you about the Romans." "They never got here", he added. ... read more

Testing Testing 123 Hi all im just testing the blog so i can see how it works before we go away! in 3 days time!!!!! :) ... read more

Taming of the Shrewsbury 2009, Oct 23rd and 24th Well, I did something a bit silly which I do more often then I should. I decided to catch the earlier train to Shrewsbury which means I needed to skip breakfast at the B&B and run to make the train. I did in fact make the train but running with a pack and bag in hand on a hard surface at my age isn’t (I am sure) a pretty sight and it certainly is a bit painful. For this effort I will be rewarded with no breakfast and arriving in Shrewsbury at 10:31 instead of 11:17. Yeah! Now why did I do that? Although there was a really cute lady with lots of tattoos and a few obvious (and I’m sure not so obvious) piercing. Mental note ... read more

12/3/09 We’re on the train to Shrewsbusy at 6.30 in the morning. Somehow we’ve ended up sitting in the mostly-empty, first class carriage. I’ve got my retro, bus-boy hat on, we got on Marylebone station and a guy in a uniform ferried my huge huge suitcase onto the train for me, calling me ’Miss’. Given my caffeine-deprived state at the moment, the whole situation’s got a bit of a movie feel for me. Shrewsbury has a few things going for it. a) Ronan’s uncle Fred lives there, who is kindly providing us with free accomadation. b) It’s in the country…I’m seeing Lord Darcy already. c) It’s in Shropshire, from the coffee ad. Remember? “I like my coffee exotic.. Like where you’re from!” “Shropshire? How lovely!” We checked out of our hostel yesterday morning, then proceeded to ... read more