Ninety minutes or so away is the Victorian/Edwardian town of Great Malvern. And what a pleasant, clean, well maintained, freshly painted and welcoming town it is.
Even the empty shop units looked loved, but interestingly there were few of them. Allegedly symptomatic hinting of a sub/ culture we know not of, the excess of barber shops with nobody in them points to a proliferation of magic money trees.
Some very inventive independents that have taken care and patience in their merchandising and a lovely bacon and egg sarnie in what was a butcher’s shop some years ago. And, friendly people.
Merryhall. If all goes to plan we are moving, hoping to move is more accurate;…
Started chapters like so. “To Oswestry…”. So I did. But why, I hear you WhatsApp,…
by any other name. Browsing the local Facebook group (useful for local news, gossip and…
Early longest-day morning. Can I say that? Goosander family spooked by my minuscule appearance: a…
Stramble, or somewhere between an amble, or a stroll, but those two words indicate an…