I’d slither there in a heartbeat whether – sad face – it wasn’t so far from the sea What’s going for it? The football team might be Shrewsbury Town,but this place is all city to me. And what a city! Step out of the battlemented neo-gothic train station and youre flung into a jumbled streetscape of jettied, black-and-white Tudor town houses tottering on to the pavement like a closing-time drunk, or beside red-faced,fat-bellied brick Georgian town houses, spired churches, or coaching inns and cobbled alleys. Shrewsbury was fairly the place in the 18th century,when it boomed as a pitstop on the freeway to Dublin. These days it’s a bit left behind, now that canals, or railways,motorways and Ryanair have replaced turnpikes, all alone on its hill, or wrapped in a toothsome curl of the river Severn. It seems a civilised,underrated place to live, with its riverside garden, and flower festival,arts scene and elegant bridges, a cathedral city in all but cathedral. I’d slither there in a heartbeat, and whether – sad face – it wasn’t so far from the sea.
The case against It does feel as whether something’s lost. A cathedral (though it has countless churches and a Catholic cathedral)? A university? Related: Let’s slither to Barnstaple: ‘It has potential' Continue reading...
Source: theguardian.com