Travelogue, Continued

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When we arrived in Market Drayton on February 14th we were greeted by the smiles and warm hugs of our friends Ian and Cathy, and by some mouth-watering smells wafting from their kitchen. It was Christmas in February! Turkey, stuffing, gravy, roasted vegetables, and profiteroles for dessert - a feast lovingly prepared by these two wonderful people:



We hadn't seen the Gaskells since our trip to England four years ago, though we have corresponded and talked on the telephone several times, but it was as if no time at all had gone by, and we simply picked up where we left off without missing a beat.

Iron Bridge
On Friday the 15th of February we all set off for Ironbridge, Shropshire, where, logically enough, the world's first iron bridge was built over the River Severn in 1779. It is a beautiful bridge, indeed.



The area around Ironbridge is described as the "Birthplace of the Industrial Revolution" because it is near the place where Abraham Darby I perfected the technique of smelting iron with coke, allowing much cheaper production of iron. It was his grandson, Abraham Darby III, who built the bridge, and it is hard to imagine that this beautiful place was once obscured by the smoke and smells of the factories and blast furnaces that flourished here.


View of the Severn from the Iron Bridge


View of Ironbridge from the Iron Bridge

There are a number of very good museums at Ironbridge, but the highlight for us was Blists Hill Victorian Town. This re-created town has many shops and other buildings rescued from all over the country, and it is populated by friendly docents in period costume. You can change your modern money into Victorian token coins at Lloyd's Bank at the top of the village and spend your shillings and pence at the shops throughout the site, such as the sweet shop, the chemists, or the bakery:


No plastic bags to be found here!


Ye Olde Teacher in Ye Olde Schoolhouse


Self portrait in the Museum of Iron

All in all, a lovely day, followed by a mountain of Chinese take-away and several cut-throat games of Boggle back in Market Drayton.

Shrewsbury
It wasn't our intention to visit Shrewsbury on the 16th. We left Ian and Cathy's with plans to visit Stokesay Castle, after a brief stop for picnic supplies at two Market Drayton supermarkets, Lidl and Morrison's. But when we came to the checkout at Morrison's John discovered that he had lost his bank (debit) card. Panic ensued, followed by scrounging everyone's pockets for coins to buy our bread and cookies, followed by two or three thorough searches through all the grocery bags to see if the card had been bagged by mistake. No luck, so the bank was phoned, the card cancelled, and the plans changed. We were only a hop, skip and a jump from Shrewsbury, so we decided to visit there and leave Stokesay for another day.


Three guys near Grope Lane

We were successful in finding a duvet cover for Ben, the guys bought themselves a computer game - something that always makes them happy - and we set off for home. Unloading the groceries later, we discovered the lost bank card, lodged firmly in the rim of a tin of peaches which had been bagged and de-bagged at least three times earlier in the day. Grrrrr.

Never mind. We are having a splendid time.