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Thursday, 20 July 2017


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When I saw that photo, the first thing I did was sneeze!

Bloody cheerful stuff you picked Duffers.

AussieD, David is still wondering "who he is", I can almost see him searching under those hay stacks...before taking to the ground with a book. He does dress funny!

Well, AussieD, Housman is not exactly noted for his wit which tended to the mordant!

By coincidence, I was in Shropshire when you posted this, calling at Ludlow and Shrewsbury. My first visit to this picturesque county. What struck me as we searched for the unmarked track which led to our holiday accommodation (and searched) was that in the distance the hills were indeed blue, as in

"Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered hills,
What spires, what farms are those?

That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again."

That gave Nevil Shute the title for his novel The Far Country.

I wonder if you stayed at the same (excellent) B&B as we did a couple of years back where, on their literature, they emphasised that if you relied on satnav the post code would send you somewhere completely different. But you're right, Mike, Shropshire is gorgeous - as is that poem.

No, we stayed in a self catering converted farm outbuilding. Our sat nav if we went wrong wouldn't tell us to turn around but searched for a route back to the correct one, which often involved driving down extremely narrow and bumpy tracks, desperately hoping not to meet anything. I liked the industrial revolution stuff, including a brilliant presentation at a place called Blists Hill, at Ironbridge, where in a large darkened room there were projections on all four walls of dramatic videos of mining and smelting, with appropriate music. One thing I learned in Salop is that David Austin Roses are at a place called Albrighton - but there are two Albrightons, and naturally we went to the wrong one.

"there are two Albrightons, and naturally we went to the wrong one"

Typical bloody English countryside! And yes, the Ironbridge area is fascinating.

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