Some photos I took on a recent – and very warm – saunter along the river Severn, as posted to one of my other blogs
Shrewsbury is a small town, and you’re never too far from the countryside, but I didn’t realise just how close. Follow a narrow track from the town’s large Frankwell car park, past the cricket ground, and you are in fields, and following the Severn Way.
Your path leads you through meadows along the river Severn, past black cows blithely chewing, through gates, past allotments, along the ends of gardens, up stone steps that seemingly go the wrong way, past the back of the garden where Charles Darwin grew up, through green tunnels barely wider than your shoulders, along the snaking and winding river, all with the faint rumble of traffic only 2 or 3 fields away.
The path peters out after a few miles, and it’s possible to return to your start point in a fraction of the time, as the road goes in a more-or-less straight line. Or, do as…
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