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 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,…

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 bleed…

Day 3: Game for a Day in Shrewsbury?

Far from over. Friendly Poo image courtesy of Pixabay.com Famous last words that have returned to haunt me. I, Jay Cool, am sitting here on the luxury loo in my ensuite at The Red Lion’s Lodge, faced with a stark (runny) reminder of yesterday’s indulgences at Ellesmere’s Asian Spice restaurant. Coriander, cumin and turmeric, smells…

Chains

  A small chain to bind. An invitation. A catapult. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, June 2018

Day 2: Close Encounters with Prehistoric Giants in Ellesmere

And here he is – Richard Maddox, the ancestor from Myddle, responsible for the unfortunate revelation that my hubby is very likely some kind of a distant cousin, and – my – he’s huge! He’s carrying a great barn (1) on his vast Herculean back. He’s more giant than the humungous-dwarf oxymoron in Marvel’s ‘Infinity…

Pakefield Pirates

The pirate flag  Beckons Calls me over Invites me to walk on in to an old railway carriage and help myself to coffee and cakes Served in beer kegs and arranged in treasure chest baskets I hurry on up the lane, to the corner plot A station sign offers up to the visitor Pakefield Welcoming…

Back to the Myddle: Day Nine of an Ancestral Adventure

Back to the Myddle: Day Nine of an Ancestral Adventure Sunday. Sudbury. Sunday in Sudbury? Why not? ********************************************** “Yes, I there possibly is a cave”! advised the friendly shop manager in ‘At The Myddle’. “But I’m not entirely certain, because I’ve just moved in! I’ll ask around!” “Yes, there is a cave near here somewhere!” proclaimed…

Back to the Myddle: Day Six of an Ancestral Adventure

Day 6? There is a Day 6, but I’m spending most of it back in my usual haunt in Suffolk, propped up on my bed (with a beautiful view from my window),  recovering from yesterday’s eight-hour trip back from the Myddle; and, courtesy of my laptop, incommunicado with the love of my life  – Ancestry.com! I do love Ancestry.com, and the…

Back to the Myddle: Day Five of an Ancestral

AdventureBack to Myddle: Day Five of an Ancestral Adventure Sadness reigns. We’ve just spent our last night at the Red Lion Lodge and, with a loaded car and deflated children, it’s almost time to leave. All is not lost, a delivery lorry, blocks our exit from the Red Lion car park. Abandon ship, children. We…