We left Ternhill, just West of Market Drayton, just after ten this morning for the 16 mile plod to Shrewbury. Liz's husband Mark very kindly shifting our bags, cheers Mark, and then he joined us for the last few miles into town. Shrewsbury is quite a pretty town - if towns can be now they are filled with motor cars!? - but for me it is still a town. This walk has reminded me how much I love the countryside and the hills, a tiny hamlet in the middle of a few hills with a few houses and a pub or two is where I feel most at home. But there it is, towns are neccessary to house so many people I guess.
Shrewbury is in the middle of Shropshire, which is one of our less inhabited counties, and has quite a rich history. Several battles were fought around these parts over the years, and of course The River Severn flows right through the middle of town. There is also an Abbey in Shrewsbury, that in itself is testimony to the age of the town.
As we approached Shrewsbury from 6 or 7 miles out I could see the outlines of several hills a long way away in the distance, which left me longing to carry on a long way further West into Wales, but never mind - next time! Going through the pretty little village of Shawbury I spotted a picturesque little river flowing under the road. I'm not sure whether it was a tributary of The Severn, but it was very nice all the same.