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,…

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 and…

Day 4.2: Booted out of Whittington by Ancestor Dick!

Richard Whittington, courtesy of Wikipedia.org (Creative Commons) Start, stutter, stall ….. STOP! And herein lies the problem. I left you on the B5009, claiming that my Dacia Sandero was taking its Cool occupants from Queen’s Head to Chirk. I left you on a wave of excitement, as you thought I was about to take you…

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 did…