Yesterday we caught the bus to Bridgnorth which is apparently known as the jewel of the Severn, a description which is justly deserved.
The town is divided into two parts. Low town, which is the bit along the riverside, and, of course, high town which stands on the hills above the river. The two are connected by all sorts of winding passages and steps, which creep around the old buildings and cottages. There is also a cliff railway which operates between the two parts of the town, which we had to try, just for the hell of it.
There is a very steep road which rises from the bridge over the river to reach high town called the cartway. This used to be the only route for carts to reach the top and, as well as stabling for all the extra horses needed for the climb, used to be home to more than twenty ale houses.
At the top is the remains of a castle which was destroyed by parliamentary forces after the civil war. The remains of the keep stand at a drunken angle, seemingly defying gravity. From the top you can look across at the terminus of the Severn Valley Railway but, as there were no steam trains running midweek, we had to leave that experience for another time. All in all it was a great day out and after a curry in 'Spoons' we reluctantly caught the bus back.
Today we had to turn Oakapple for the return to Autherley Junction, the gateway to the 'Shroppie'.
This involved a couple of miles each way, to turn in the entrance to a small arm just above the lock at Dimmingsdale. (Sounds like somewhere out of 'The Lord of the Rings'). Part way through the manoeuvre the captain spotted a sign buried in the bushes saying 'NO TURNING'. Why do they do that? Warlocks to that he commented. Well I think that's what he said. Two hours after we set off we were back on the same mooring, this time facing the other way ready to head north in the morning.