Savvy Poem – Old Towns Cry

Towns. New towns. Telford. A new town crushing the old. Dawley? Madeley? Both gone. The people? New. Brought fresh in. Fresh in from London. Fresh in, complete with new blood, still to be spilled over. Spilt blood in Shropshire’s fertile fields. Fresh growth. Potentially.   Instead, yellow bricks and concrete slabs, stained blood-red pink with…

Day 6.3: Doomed in Dawley

It’s almost 4pm, and the day is over before it has begun. Over with a trip down Memory Lane to Telford’s Tesco store. Has my ancestral home of Dawley been subsumed by a supermarket’s bid to take over the world? I came to Shropshire to find traces of my Dawley DNA, and I’m here drinking…

Day 6.2: Fugitive in Telford

Telford. Telford Shopping Centre (1) Tesco at Telford. Telford’s hotspot. The coffee’s okay, I suppose, but all in all, being at Tesco in Telford, is pretty much the same experience as being at Tesco in Colchester, or Tesco in Bury St Edmunds, or Tesco in Ipswich. Okay, so this photo was taken at Tiverton by…

Day 6.1: The Quarry Man of Myddle

The Gods are urinating (1) this morning, and the sprogs are engrossed in YouTube. A day indoors at The Red Lion’s Lodge? This isn’t really so bad. The luxury leather sofas are more comfortable, by far, than my cheap and many-year’s old Homebase efforts back in Suffolk. I pick up some reading material, force the…

Day 1: Misery on the M6

It’s time. It’s been a year of a year in Sudbury, Suffolk and something is lacking. It’s time for a pep-me-up, a bit of a filler, a return to centre-court – a top-up! A top-up with a back-up! “Is it our sort of a holiday, Mum? Or, your sort?” “Well, …” “Mum?” “It’s a …”…