Monday, June 8

After a somewhat restless sleep due to my sore throat, I very lazily got moving. Dan was reading, so I dozed on and off and we didn’t actually leave the room until after 9:00. By that time my throat felt so much better — it seems it bothers me only at night.

We walked a short bit to find some coffee and health food. Oh. Oops! I mean unhealthy food.

From there we continued to walk, just investigating the area.

When we looked across the street at one point we saw the California sign and had to check that out. It’s a wine shop and no, we didn’t bother to go in. We figure we can easily find California wines in California.

We continued to walk, crossing the England Bridge, with the Abbey in the distance.

Then we went into the Shrewsbury Abbey. I just love it when there is an organist practicing. (I haven’t taken photos of the children’s area in other cathedrals, but I finally did this one: they seem to be in each one, though.)

Leaving the Abbey I saw the other side of the sign that I posted prior to our Abbey visit.

Back across the England Bridge, I wisely suggested we walk along the Severn River rather than on busy streets. After all, our 12:00 scheduled Sabrina Boat Tour was on the Severn. So downstairs we went to continue our walk. Sadly I took no photos.

But then Dan said something implying he hoped we were actually going the right way. Um. Well. Maybe not! Had we continued we most certainly would have missed the boat. So we turned around and went up some stairs, and past the prison where they clearly would love us to live. We really felt very welcomed. But again, we’d miss the boat. So never mind. So on we marched.

And there we were … at the boat tour. And we were even early! I had reserved tickets, so when we went on we were seating up toward the front. I think, in fact, we may have made the first reservations since we were at the first table. It was a fun ride!

After our boat ride we walked along the park area, crossed the rocking bridge and turned back again. We saw Hercules who, at some point, had a bit of him pulled off (you can guess what) and has since been replaced by a fig leaf. Hah! We passed a spot where the Zippo Circus was setting up (no pix — I’m not much of a circus fan), and went in to “The Dingle” (a garden area). Not much there yet, as they were putting in the summer plants today.

From there we walked up to the Georgian circular church, St. Chad’s.

When we went back out we saw that it rained again. Go figure!

For lunch (we can hardly call it not lunch.) we had tomato basil soup, and I bravely tried the non-alcoholic red wine. It was better than others I’ve had, but still didn’t have the taste I’d like. But I guess one has to have alcohol to get that taste, eh?

Then more walking and more fascination with the crazy off-kilter buildings. We had walked by the Kings Head yesterday, but took another look today.

I find it interesting to run across signs of Covid in every place we’ve visited. Memories ….

We had seen Rowley’s House and Mansion yesterday, but today got a closer look. I would love to see the buildings all fixed up.

We’d talked about doing the afternoon tea thing so we finally got to it today. (And yes, we are eating too much.) I had tea and a fruit scone and Dan had espresso and a raspberry scone. The place suggested they had the world’s best scones (in their opinion, they did admit) but I’d say Dan’s are better. I also suspect a better place wouldn’t serve the clotted cream in a plastic container like that, nor would the butter be in foil wrappers. In a short while we’ll be in another village where we had wonderful scones in the past so we’ll compare then. At this point I was overly stuffed (and I couldn’t finish my scone.)

From there it was back to Cromwell’s Tap House to have a short break. Or maybe a longer than short break. (I believe our two windows are the ones you see on the far left in the photo below.)

Now because we hadn’t had nearly enough to eat today (hah!), we went out to find dinner. Dan had read about a place called The Coach & Horses so we went that direction. I had seen it on Google and it said that it was busy, but we figured we’d give it a go in any case. When we went outside it was quite bright with a blue sky. A miracle!

Entering The Coach & Horses we saw a few people in the pub area, and the man at the bar asked if we wanted to see the menu. He asked where we were from and after we told him Dan asked where he was from and he said Nevada! Turned out he was a military kiddo and, fortunately for him, was born in the UK so he had dual citizenship and was now living in Shrewsbury with his wife (she will have to take a test in something like four years to try and gain citizenship). Am I jealous? You bet!

We said we’d like to dine there so he told us where the restaurant area was. Well, Google may have thought they were busy, but we had the entire place to ourselves! I’m guessing Monday evening isn’t quite a busy time there. I ordered salmon cakes and Dan had cottage pit PIE (yeah, I typed pit first and I think it’s too funny to remove!). Prices were quite good and food was yummy. I really loved the greens with my meal. Then we ended with the extremely healthy sticky toffee pudding. It came with ice cream so we appreciated all that calcium. Or something. You can see the very nice man from Nevada that we spoke to in the final photo.

Anyway, if you are ever in Shrewsbury, go there. It was great!

Then we ambled back to our room, taking a few photos as we walked. At one point I saw some sort of plaque on a building and it said “Shropshire” and below that “North Wales”. As I read online, it was the “Welsh Kingdom of Powys in the 5th and 6th centuries” so I guess it was in Wales and perhaps some wish that were still the case. Dunno!

Back in our room I, as always, set out tomorrow’s clothes after I put my pjs on. Then it was time to finish up this blog.

Tomorrow is moving day. I’ve enjoyed Shrewsbury, but on we go!

13,493 steps, 5.4 miles, 4 flights climbed

A Day On The Douro

We began on the early side, because we had an 8:30 appointment with a boat. Our week with Green Walks meant a breakfast at the hotel, so we packed our bags and went down to the restaurant where breakfast was being served. Now I normally don’t even eat until after my walk, so eating that early doesn’t bode well for my weight, but how can I turn down a “free” (hah!) breakfast? After that we took a few photos out front of the hotel and went back to our room to get all of our stuff together and head downstairs.

Our driver arrived soon after, and we went to the boat. My voucher said a particular name, and we immediately saw that sign, so we went there. Um. Nope! The men there pointed to the pointed to the boat next to theirs and so we walked there. I went to the woman holding a list of names and asked if we were in the right place. She looked through three pages and didn’t see our names. Oh dear! But she looked again and, sure enough, we were actually on the first page at or near the top of the page, so on board we went as soon as they were letting people on. Oh, and when she saw our name on the list she told us we were on table number 12 … for breakfast and lunch. Heh. Who knew? We were directed to our table and sat down next to a nice couple. The breakfast consisted of two kinds of bread, coffee, and juice. We both barely touched the bread after our first breakfast, but it was nice to converse with our neighboring couple. They were from Canada, lucky people! (Sadly I didn’t get a photo of them. I just wasn’t thinking!)

After breakfast we went up to the deck and sat next to a couple from the UK. They, too, were very nice and easy to chat with. The boat got started and off we went. The scenery was lovely.

When we got to the first lock music started blasting through the speakers and the crew handed out little glasses of port. It was quite the festive time!

We continued on the journey. Slowly, as boats go. I can’t say I’m a boat person: I much prefer going more quickly to my destination. Or walking. I really do prefer that!


Eventually it was lunch time. When we went back down a server suggested I had asked for fish. I really couldn’t remember if I’d told the walking company that, but of course fish is fine by me. It was a bit confusing, but eventually we did realize that what I ordered was served to both Dan and me: it was lone HUGE dish, like a fish casserole, really. And it was quite tasty. But no way could we eat even half of it. We share it with our new Canadian friends (and they shared their pork with Dan), but still there was much that didn’t get eaten. They also provided a full bottle of wine for just the two of us, and later brought dessert which I simply couldn’t finish.

Oh … and yes, I DID get a photo of our new found friends!

Suddenly we noticed we were off to the side and not moving at all. Apparently something was up. An announcement (in multiple languages) came over the loudspeaker but I really couldn’t hear it clearly. I just knew something was awry. Our Canadian friends Paul, who also speaks Portuguese, went to ask what was up. He said mostly they were blaming the Spaniards, and said either we eventually will go on our have to turn around. Crazy, but there you go.

Fortunately for us, the boat did eventually move forward. We reached the second lock — no port on this lock, though. And moved on.

We were to have reached Requa by 4:00, but didn’t arrive until after 5:00. Fortunately I had sent a message to the walking company via WhatsApp and they took care of things. It took a moment, but we found our driver and he drove us the thirty minutes or thereabouts to our town for the night, Pinhão.

And then we checked in and went to our hotel room. I thought last night would be the nicest place, but THIS place is huge, with the largest bathroom we’ve ever had. I was sorry to realize that we’d only be here for this one night. But so it goes.

When we walked to dinner (about a fifteen minute walk downhill to the actually town) it began to rain. We had a list of places to eat, one of which was supposed to be next to the train station you see below, but we never found it.

We found the restaurant, which is related to our hotel (we are at the LBV House Hotel), and spent a bit more than we’d hoped, but there really was very little choice in town. The food was delicious — I do hope we burn it off on tomorrow’s walk: we’ve been told it’s the most difficult day when it comes to the climb.

The restaurant called a cab for us since we really weren’t up for hiking back to our place in the dark. I’m thankful that Dan was watching the driver: he didn’t turn on the meter! The ride took maybe five minutes and the driver said it was 10€. Dan wasn’t having it and offered the guy 4€, but then gave him 5€ (at least I think that’s how it all went! In any case, I was glad he didn’t fall for the 10€ bit because that’s way more than we’ve paid anywhere else on this trip. We’ve been told cabs/Ubers/Bolts are all very low. I don’t wish to be seen as the ugly American, but I also don’t want to be taken for a ride (figuratively speaking!) by someone who thinks we are stupid.

Getting into our room we had to rearrange our luggage for the walk which begins tomorrow morning. I’m looking forward to getting out, although apprehensive about the difficult climb. We also know we might be in for a wet day, but I’m rather hoping the rain holds off while we are out and about. Time will tell.

Ciao for now!

Up Early & Off We Went

So yeah … I write “early” and that just means we had to get our breakfast by 8:00. Not really early, I know, but for Dan and me, well, we’ve been taking it awfully easy.

After breakfast we took the Jubilee to Baker and the Bakerloo to Paddington.

I write that because I think it makes it sound like I know what I’m doing now.

Then we had a bit of time before we caught the GWR at Paddington Station.

What a crowded train it was. Fortunately I had reserved seats, but some people had to stand in the aisle the entire hour.



And we were going to … wait for it … wait … wait ….

Okay, don’t wait. We were going to Oxford.

Aside from some slow delays, we had a short ride. We exited the train station and really just followed other people to get where we were going. First up was a bit of lunch since by this time it was near noon.

Then it was more walking and we saw some cool buildings, went into a church, went to the river where we observed a few people punting, and then rambled more, including entering Trinity College. I’m just going to paste photos below and leave it at that.

There had clearly been a wedding somewhere nearby.
More of a wedding party.
There was a tour guide talking at one point, explaining that to get married here one has to get a reservation seven years in advance! Someone had done that and she still hadn’t found her guy, but she still has two years left in which to find him. Heh.
All the doors had these signs and they explain who they beat and in which year.

After Oxford time it was train time again. NOT a crowded train at all, plenty of empty seats, and an easy ride.

Back to the Bakerloo to Baker, and the Jubilee to Southwark. Into our hotel, dropped stuff off, and went downstairs for dinner. I had fish pie, Dan had chicken pie of some sort, and we shared sticky toffee pudding. Surely that must be good for our health.

The Cheshire Cat agrees, no doubt.


One more day in London and then home we go. Do I want to go home? No, not really. But I know it’s time.

Nearing sleepy time ….