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”

Day 4.1: Queen’s Head – Wig to Water!

Game’s up! wikispaces.com The Game being up in Shrewsbury, we spend a temporary retirement in our ancestral home – Great Auntie Louie’s late abode, The Red Lion Inn in Myddle, Shropshire. And with Auntie Louie’s spirit having worked wonders, we are up and ready to be off again. Auntie Louie, by all accounts, always didContinue reading “Day 4.1: Queen’s Head – Wig to Water!”

Mind the Gap

White-gloved, a flower head beckons and directs me towards the     gap. I look and I don’t mind the gap don’t mind being directed, bossed at, waved over, and persuaded by the delicate, by the fragile, by a neck condemned by one sweep of a gentle breeze to follow, to fall-flow, and to bleedContinue reading “Mind the Gap”