You left me down on my knees, in a church in Bridgnorth, asking Jesus for blessings for all and sundry – and you thought that was it? Think again! Granted, it takes me some time to detangle my varicose veins (must fork out for a leg tattoo sometime) from the intricate tapestry I am kneelingContinue reading “Day 5.4: Bridgnorth Hotspots”
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Day 5.3: Purple DNA in Bridgnorth
More stuttering and stalling and stopping, and we arrive in Bridgnorth. I’m feeling more than excited, because I know that there are many, many souls wandering the streets of Bridgnorth, who are fortunate enough to have inherited some of my ancestors’ DNA. Whoever I happen to bump into, or even just catch a glimpse of,Continue reading “Day 5.3: Purple DNA in Bridgnorth”
Day 5.2: Wenlock’s Webb
A vacation in the loo? Not unless I fancy a pee – in Wenlock Priory’s reredorter! Labelled ‘Creative Commons’ by courtesy of Stephen Craven geograph.org.uk Ever had that nightmare? You know the one when you are desperate for a p***, and you spend ages hunting down the public amenities, only to find that the onlyContinue reading “Day 5.2: Wenlock’s Webb”
Fried in July
The Lynford Stag in July 2018 Spilling forth from Breckland stag, Soldiers swinging, swords of fire, Shouting praises for promised lands. Crunching forth o’er sundried straw, Crackles burning, soles all sore, Citing crazes for conquered lands. Falling forth from sun-singed lips, Flowers frying, at devil’s door Firing curses for shrivelled lands. Deserted. Sands. Copyright ownedContinue reading “Fried in July”
A Purple Day with Wilfred Owen
Today. Today is an Essex day, and I, Jay Cool and would-be author, find myself in a Waterstone’s bookshop on a University campus. Okay, so Essex is a good-long distance West from Shropshire, and I’m claiming to be a Salopian. But, in this world of quick moves and fast travel, equipped with the tools ofContinue reading “A Purple Day with Wilfred Owen”
Tet celebrations in Salop?
Tet. A time for celebration. A time to remember, to reflect, and to share. A time when the living is kidnapped – by a Sandero! A time when Jay Cool, with no alternative, grabs a notepad and a Motorola, and makes the most of an unfortunate situation. Time for a Salopian ‘poet’s poet’ to makeContinue reading “Tet celebrations in Salop?”
Day 5.1: Prioress Cool of Wenlock
Chirk? You thought that I, Jay Cool and Blogger Extraordinaire, would finally make it to Chirk today? Wrong. The Chirk that never happened is so yesterday! Sure the Hubby would have been a lot happier and more amenable to splashing out for a few pints of Aspall’s, had we actually been to Chirk yesterday! But,Continue reading “Day 5.1: Prioress Cool of Wenlock”
Feast of the Feline
On entry to The Tap, I find my gaze drawn towards a long-lashed beauty, perched at a high table on a bar stool, who presents an arresting site. I pause. I stare. I stare some more. Is it rude to stare so directly? To let one’s attention be frozen by one so sleek, smooth andContinue reading “Feast of the Feline”
Day 4.3: Mayoress of Sudbury Visits Oswestry
Stop. Start, stutter, stall? No, this time, and not unusually so, it’s quite a definite STOP. Again, my Dacia Sandero takes the lead. Seems we are not destined to arrive at Chirk after all – not yet awhile at least! Caught up in the thrill of the chase, in the excitement of unexpected turns andContinue reading “Day 4.3: Mayoress of Sudbury Visits Oswestry”
Keep Moving
‘The UK will remain a leading military power,’ says Theresa May (Press Association, 30th July, 2018). Line yourselves up in orderly fashion. Keep calm. Take care! Smoothly does it. Single file! No holding hands! Best feet forward. Leave the bad soles behind. The hungry, the sick, the old and insane. Come on! Fit – toContinue reading “Keep Moving”
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