Showing posts with label shrewsbury. Show all posts
Showing posts with label shrewsbury. Show all posts

Sunday, 7 May 2023

Shrewsbury, St Mary's

St Mary's church at Shrewsbury in Shropshire is an ancient church but now a redundant one - which means it is no longer used for Christian Worship.

We visited in early December 2022 and, as always when I visit somewhere without researching it beforehand, I probably need to return at some point as there is a lot that I missed! It sits on a small railed island of grass and gravestones in the centre of Shrewsbury town. Without a wide angle lens I found it difficult to get a decent photograph of the exterior, but you can make out here that it is built of two different colours of sandstone: red and white.

A church has stood on this site since around 960 CE, a Royal Peculiar founded by King Edgar the Peaceful who reigned from 959-975 and kept under his own jurisdiction rather than under the diocese of Lichfield. The present church was built from the mid 12th century onwards, the original walls being replaced by arched aisles to either side of the nave and new walls created making the church wider.

The roof of the nave is of oak and carved with angels, birds and animals. It was carved and installed in the 15th century and survived the fall of the spire which crashed though it in 1894. The restoration was so successful that the only evidence of damage is some slight staining from the lime cement of the spire. It is rather dark inside the church though - I wasn't able to spot any evidence of this at all. The spire is England's third tallest spire at around 500 feet (154.2 metres).

There are other examples of carving to be found inside both in wood and stone. There was a few people inside looking round and a couple of people acting as helpers, more than as guides. We spoke with a lady who told us a little of the history of the church and was proud of the fact that Queen Elizabeth I had visited the church twice during her reign (1558-1602).

"Have you heard of Benbow?" she asked. "The Admiral?" I asked in return, a little surprised. I had assumed he came from somewhere down south for some reason, probably because of the pub in Penzance which featured in Treasure Island. However whilst Long John Silver may have been a fictional character, Vice Admiral John Benbow was a real officer of His Britannic Majesty's Royal Navy. He was born in Shrewsbury in 1653, joined the Navy at the age of 25 and had a distinguished career fighting against the French and pirates variously.

In August 1702 he was stationed in Jamaica and was involved in a battle with the French Admiral du Casse. This is a complicated tale - Benbow was deserted by some of his ships and their captains subsequently came to trial by court martial, but during the battle Benbow was struck in the leg by a chain shot. This would not just "break his leg" as some reports have it; it would absolutely shatter all of the bones in his leg and whilst he was able to attend the court martial of his rebellious captains, he died of his wounds at Port Royal, Jamaica on 4 November 1702.

There is another monument here which has a strange story behind it. Robert Cadman was a steeplejack, stuntsman and daredevil of the early 18th century. His favourite trick was to attach a rope to the top of a church tower and slide down it for vast distances, across rivers or castle courtyards wearing a wooden breastplate that had a groove for the rope. He did this successfully at Lincoln flying from a tower of the cathedral down to Castle Hill, at Dover, flying from the castle to the harbour, and at Newark from the church tower.

In 1739 he planned at Shrewsbury to slide from the spire of St Mary's down to Gay Meadow across the River Severn. Attaching one end of the rope to the spire, he then attached the other end to an anchor in the meadow. Then he climbed up the rope from the meadow all the way up to the top of the spire, performing tricks and feats of balancing as he went. Here he put on his wooden vest and lay down along the rope which nestled in the groove in his breastplate. On the way down the rope broke. He is buried here at St Mary's and a placque memorial can be found on the tower by the west door.

The real treasure of St Mary's is its glass. It has a collection of medieval glass from all over northern Europe. Sadly this is subject to more than its share of vandalism. One of the helpers told us this magnificent window had only recently had damage repaired when it was broken again to allow someone access to the church and who then broke another window from within to get out again...

When the sun is shining, as it was when we visited, the stained glass casts patterns of colour all over the lower levels of the church interior. This being December, there was a sale of Christmas cards for charities in the aisle of the church.

The organ has four manuals and dates from 1912. It is built into the crossing and under the organ we can see through the north transcept to St Nicholas' chapel which contains the church's only remaining plasterwork from the 13th century. Until the Puritans came along all the interior walls would have been plastered and painted. There is a balcony at the back of the church where a Puritan minister apparently cursed and harangued his congregation from behind so that they would face forward and concentrate on their prayers!

I spotted a face high up in the dim corner of the Trinity chapel above the grave of a Crusader. This was testing my camera to its limits. The photograph has been enhanced greatly in terms of brightness! There's a Green Man somewhere up in the roof, but I'm not exactly sure that this is it...

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Monday, 27 February 2023

Short Break in Shrewsbury, 2021

Thursday 9 December 2021. We decided to have a short break in Shrewsbury. On the borders of England and Wales in Shropshire, the centre of the town is contained within a great loop of the River Severn, with a Welsh Bridge carrying the road to and from Wales and an English Bridge on the opposite side of town. The English Bridge leads the traveller past the remains of the once huge Abbey of St Peter and St Paul, featured in the Cadfael novels of Ellis Peters.

We were staying at The Lion Hotel, a hotel I had used extensively on many visits whilst working with the local college, running training workshops for their management structure. The hotel had some historical significance of its own, having been visited by kings and luminaries from the literary and entertainment worlds. Charles Dickens has a room named after him as he stayed there several times, writing portions of The Pickwick Papers there.

Our own room was very comfortable and contained this canopied bed. The curtains of a four poster were not necessary as there were no draughts noticeable and, as far as I know, no pigeons nor anything else were lurking to make even the canopy necessary to catch any droppings!

This was the view from our room, looking downhill down the street known as Wyle Cop that leads down towards the river and the English Bridge. I took all the photos on my phone, not having taken the camera with me. A mistake, as it wasn't up to coping with the Christmas lights that festooned areas of the town. We made a note to return the following year...

The main dining room had been moved up to the ground floor to what used to be a lounge on previous visits. The basement restaurant was used for breakfasts but evening meals were served here, with a log fire burning in the hearth.

The following morning we explored the town. Shrewsbury is full of old timbered buildings and is a delight to wander around. It has a Wimpy bar too - I made a beeline for that at lunchtime. You can keep your Big Macs, though I can be partial to a Burger King Whopper, but my favourite burger, once the small independent kiosks disappeared from most seaside promenades, has always been Wimpy with their quarter pounders. Mmm Hmmmm!

We spent the day doing touristy things and shoppingy things and having really enjoyed the evening dinner at the hotel on our first night, we ate there again on our second and final night.

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Tuesday, 26 August 2014

Sean's Fundraiser in Shrewsbury

On Sunday night we played at "Sean's Fundraiser", a charity event in aid of a very poorly little boy, critically ill with leukaemia and lymphoma cancer. We came to hear of this from his grandma, who we met through the Billy Fury networks.

And we met up with Mags and Marie, also friends from the Billy Fury website http://www.billyfury.com.

This fundraiser was held at the Albrighton Hall Hotel in Shrewsbury and included a delicious three-course meal and a charity auction and raffle before we were called upon to sing for our supper.

As the auction came to an end, there was one final lot - a chance for the organisers, Gaynor and Rhian and the auctioneer, Jeremy to undergo this ice bucket craze. "Crazy" is the word I reckon, but it is in a good cause. Rhian went off to change into one of the hotel's towelling dressing gowns but Gaynor sat down in all her glam and serenely took her dousing. (Is "serene" the correct word for jumping up and screaming?)

Anyway, well done to all three. Rhian was able to go and put her glamrags back on whilst Gaynor spent the rest of the evening in her dressing gown...

But there again, how many times (apart from at home with the gorgeous Miss Franny) do I get the chance to cosy up to beautiful ladies in their dressing gowns?

...and before you ask, the lipstick mark on her face is not my shade... Massive thanks to Sean's gran, Hayley Easthope for involving us and for adding yet again to my postcard collection! Great to see Hayley and Steve again at the do.

Sunday, 10 April 2011

I Must Be Somewhere Around Here...

Several weeks of travelling about and being busy at weekends have left me with little time for updating the blog lately. However, here's a bit of an update. "Bit" in that it skims the surface and just gives a flavour... This last week started with a train trip to Edinburgh.

I'm not a big fan of trains. It seems that every time I take a trip by train it reminds me why I don't like them...

On the day I was coming back (Tuesday), the power lines just north of Carlisle decided to come down. As they do... It meant that no trains passed that point until lunchtime that day. Now that's not bad as it was teatime by the time I was ready to roll out, but all trains were running late. Quite late... And by the time we got to Preston, the usual three-an-hour trains to Blackpool had turned into none-this-hour but four-in-the-next...

I got home late and of course Fran was on a late shift so I had to set to and make some tea, after cleaning up the cats' litter trays. As my meal was almost ready for coming out I heard the merry sound of one of the cats upchucking a hairball... He sat looking at me as though to say "Hey Dad! Welcome home!"

Then on Thursday I had the joys of a hospital trip in the morning for some tests that involved taking a fasting blood sample then administering obnoxious gloop and then taking another blood sample after a couple of hours of doing nothing, eating nothing, drinking nothing to see what my body had done with the gloop. I had a rather queasy feeling that I knew exactly what it had done with it but never mind...

Then after a very late breaking of fast, it was almost time to set off for Shrewsbury.

The Lion Hotel had a notice in their windows - their own cat had gone missing...

I was running a workshop in Telford but the travel agents had decided there were no hotels with vacancies closer than Shrewsbury so I had a half hour drive on Friday morning in the fog to get to Telford.

After that, all I had to deal with was a trip up the M6 on Friday night which is never a good thing. I might have been tempted to head back towards Shrewsbury to go up the A49 to Chester but someone said the M54 was blocked due to an accident that way... I reckon it still might have been quicker!

Anyway a good night last night as we went to Garstang to watch Garstang Musical Whatever (used to be Garstang Light Opera Group and I could remember that name...) doing a show of musical numbers from all their productions over the past 25 years as they celebrated their 25th anniversary. Brilliant night!

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Monday, 23 November 2009

A Week on the Road

It was a hectic old week last week. Early Tuesday morning I was on the motorway, heading for Birmingham for the Association of Colleges conference. This was at the ICC, the International Conference Centre.

Over the three days of the conference I spoke to lots of old friends from my 18 years in Further Education colleges, met and chatted with Ruby Wax who since leaving the world of television has retrained in coaching skills and is now qualified to coach executives and spent some time on the exhibition stand with my colleagues from the world of JISC (it used to stand for Joint Information Systems Committee, but it's best to just to think of it as "JISC" these days in the same way you don't try to work out what FORD is an acronym for...)

I sat through some interesting sessions from Lord Peter Mandelson, Minister Ian Wright and Leader of the Lib Dems, Nick Clegg and an absolutely spot-on assessment of the world recession by a Swiss chap, who managed to make it utterly entertaining.

There were lots of student demonstrations (of work, not of students getting uppity). Barnet College had a diversity display. I signed my name in Gujerati, feeling ridiculously pleased with myself when they pronounced it readable...

My hotel was a bit too far away and the receptionist asked if I wanted a room "with a bath?!?", managing to imbue the question with outraged astonishment as I checked in.

The Big Wheel outside the ICC looked nice but didn't actually spin round very much. Time did though and so on Thursday I left the delights of Birmingham and headed for Shrewsbury where I was to meet up with Clive and run a Process Review workshop on Friday.

The Lion Hotel in Shrewsbury has seen a few distinguished visitors in its time. Kings, Prime Ministers, stars of stage such as Paganini, stars of the written page, such as Charles Dickens whose favourite room bears his name. He wrote The Pickwick Papers there.

Our favourite spot is in front of the log fire in winter. As yet, it was just too warm for the fire to be lit. We sat in the bar and yarned and planned the following day. The event went well. The delegates seemed pleased and possibly relieved to find the day was not going to be as dry and boring as they had feared. Clive and I split up. He was heading back north to home. I was heading south, to join Fran, Gill and Eddie in London. More in the next entry!

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Wednesday, 10 December 2008

Busy Week

After the flu it's back to work with a vengeance as I left the house on Monday and am not due back until Friday night.

I met up with Clive in Birmingham on Monday night to talk over our input to a project meeting on the following day. This seemed to go down well, the project was a JISC 4-year project looking at the process of designing the curriculum. One of the problems with such a project is in controlling the scope as just about every other process in an university either impacts on it or is impacted by it.

We introduced some Process Review techniques and some issues for Change Management and communications, given that for many stakeholders the implication that there could be changes to such a core process could be quite challenging.

Then it was off to Shrewsbury last night where we sat in front of a log fire that we tried hard to make roar... but we did get a whimper or two and briefly let out a cheer as a flame appeared for an instant!

We've spent today working on our own Business and Community Engagement related project and then headed north and we are currently in Ormskirk, prepared to deliver a Project Management workshop tomorrow. Then it's back down to Shrewsbury to end the week.

The voice is a little croaky after so much talking straight after the flu and a bottle of Buttercup Syrup has made the journey with me and been an essential if somewhat face pulling piece of equipment!

Glad we don't have a gig with the band this weekend...

Not sure the photo would stand enlarging - it was taken on my phone from the hotel window in Birmingham.

Thursday, 7 August 2008

Moreton Corbet - Castle and Mystery

Ah! It's been a bit of an impulse day! I was in Shrewsbury for a meeting and having had that, I was driving merrily back towards the North West, wondering where I would be by the time my stomach signalled it was too long past lunch, when I saw a sign for a castle.

There's so many brown signs on the road these days (you can buy them I think - which explains why you see tourist signs these days pointing to "Lil's Burger Caravan"). Anyway, I wasn't going to stop for a lunchbreak and therefore thought a quick ten minutes look at a castle I'd never even heard of might be fun.

This is Moreton Corbet, which is almost two castles in one. An older castle has a few remains dating from the 1200s and this shell dates from the 16th century. It was originally built, not by a Norman, but by a Saxon who had found favour with the new rulers in our country. A rare castle then - although apparently the Saxon, Bartholomew Toret, fell out with King John and was thrown in jail in 1215. The castle passed into the hands of the Norman Corbet family when Toret's heiress married into the family a couple of dozen years later.

I started off at the 16th century block and then walked through to the remains of the older castle. Part of the keep tower still stands and some of the outer wall, though little remains of any rooms. The most complete part is the gatehouse which had been remodelled in the 1500s.

Walking out via the gatehouse I passed though a fence with two very unusual "gateposts". I was now in the driveway to a church, St Bartholomew's, which had a very fine old building nearby - the old rectory perhaps. I didn't go into the church as I still get twinges of guilt at sightseeing on a working day. How ridiculous that is considering I could have legitimately taken an hour for lunch and in any case had been away from home for two nights... Well, I spent perhaps a quarter of an hour altogether and had driven a massive 4 miles (counting both the journey from the main road and going back) in a diesel hire car that reckoned it was doing 56 miles per gallon.

It was whilst looking at the church that I got an inkling of where the "gateposts" had come from. I wonder where the other two were? I was also amazed at the number of helicopters that were buzzing about my ears. At least ten had flown over during my visit and some of them were very low. Looking up the castle on the Internet just now, I found I was just a short distance from an RAF helicopter training school. So not the castle to go to for peace and quiet then!

There is a ghost story here, of the Puritan who was a guest and who outstayed his welcome, being thrown out of the castle. He cursed the new block so that it would never be completed and it is said that his ghost haunts it still to make sure it won't ever be. It wasn't ever finished in fact and the Roundheads setting it on fire certainly helped the ghost put the kibosh on the Corbet family's building aspirations! The bright sunshine today though, certainly didn't have me thinking of ghosts and hauntings! It's good sometimes to go aside from your route on impulse!

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Friday, 7 December 2007

Missing in Action

Sorry folks, a few quiet days there!

I've spent the last 4 days with Clive, travelling to London and then delivering two Project Management workshops there at Brettenham House shown on the photo which was taken the other weekend when we went down (and up) on the Eye.

Then on Wednesday night it was a crawl out of London and off to Shrewsbury to deliver a Process Review workshop to a group of colleges. So this morning I've a sore throat through talking so much!

The yoghurt's gone very quiet too - wonder if he's alright...?

Wednesday, 10 October 2007

Cadfael's Abbey

Monday 8 October 2007. I was running a workshop for Shrewsbury College the following day which required a stopover on Monday night. I arrived early enough to have a look at something connected to a series of books I was reading.

I couldn't be in Shrewsbury and not have a look at the remains of the abbey. The Benedictine Abbey was founded in 1083 by Roger de Montgomery, the Norman Earl of Shrewsbury, a relative of William the Conqueror and, of course, was made famous by Ellis Peters as the Abbey of St Peter and St Paul, the setting for the Cadfael books. It contains the relics or remains of Saint Winifred, a Welsh saint. The story was that she was visited by a prince who wanted to seduce her, but she ran from him and he was so enraged, he went after her, sword in hand and cut off her head. Never the best way to woo a maiden... Her uncle, St Beuno, found them and prayed for her revival which was granted, her wound being invisible except for a thin white line around her neck.

The acquisition of the saint's remains forms the background for the plot of the first Cadfael book, A Morbid Taste for Bones. There is obviously a great deal of fiction mingled with the facts, but the facts of the translation (the moving of the relics from Gwytherin near Conwy to Shrewsbury) is a fair representation of history. Prior Robert of the abbey, negotiated and carried out the disinterment and transportation of the body, the journey carried out on foot by the monks over the course of a week. He wrote the saint's life story shortly after the move along with an account of his work to bring about her move to Shrewsbury. He later became the abbey's fifth Abbot.

The abbey and its associated buildings and land were huge. It is much less so now. With the Dissolution of the Monasteries Shrewsbury was one of the last monasteries to surrender to being dissolved - more due to it being towards the end of the Commissioners' circuit than to any active resistance.

Over the following centuries the abbey church was retained as the parish church of Holy Cross, though it was reduced in height in the 1600s by one storey (the clerestory) after the roof collapsed and it also lost its transcepts. Broken brickwork on the existing building makes it obvious where losses occurred. However many monastic buildings survived into the 1700s but most of them disappeared from then on, particularly when the main London Road, the A5, was built by Thomas Telford on the opposite side of the parish church.

The refectory pulpit stands alone in a closed off area in the car park, whilst the main road runs between it and the abbey church that it was once a part of. From this pulpit Biblical texts would be read whilst the monks ate their meals.

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Monday, 8 October 2007

Tamed by the Shrew

I'm in Shrewsbury on a 57k connection so no photo on this until I get home I think! [Coo-ee! I'm home!]

Clive and I are ensconced in the Lion Hotel, an establishment enjoyed in the past by Charles Dickens who wrote something here - perhaps a note saying his radiator was cold, Paganini who sang in the Minstrels Gallery in the ballroom - I haven't seen that, as it is in use for some sort of event; and Prince William Henry - I'm sure there must have been more than one of those. Anyway the one who was here danced in the same ballroom that Paganini had sung in. Probably because Paganini had shut up and gone back to wherever he came from?

Those damn foreigners - they just turn up and start singing all over the place...! (I do the same when I'm abroad!) They still are - the legendary Julie Felix is here on Friday on a "Forever Young" tour. She's only kidding herself I fear, but a shame I'll miss her all the same.

After last night the conversation over a pint or two has been Disney and Florida and (because it's me and Clive and it's what we do) about the differences in culture between Americans and the UK both in business and in personal life.

Thankfully, sense has prevailed back at the Burke household and Florida is "off" for next year at least...