Today Fiona and I invited our good friend Michael on a day trip to Ironbridge, the birth zone of the Industrial Revolution, the place where they discovered you could make a bridge out of iron and, having figured it out, only went and built one.
It’s slightly smaller than I remember, but that’s because I last went there when I was short. Thought it is kinda small, relatively speaking. Still, you gotta start somewhere.
Further up the river is a dead impressive collection of cooling towers.
Had we had more time and/or private transport we might have attempted to get closer, or at least on the other side so the sun wouldn’t have been against us, but we didn’t so didn’t.
We did catch some youths doing the swing thing over the river though, which was most gratifying to see. Young boys should be encouraged to do things like this.
All the photos are in this set and here’s the slideshow.
Other than walk and take photos and such we also DRANK TEA and, both tragically, because it was at the end, and magnificently, because it was magnificent, came across The Tea Emporium, the BEST tea shop in all of everywhere.
I didn’t get a photo, other than that cameraphone snap, because I was so overawed by the majesty of their deceptively simple-sounding English Breakfast Tea. A blend of Assam, Darjeeling and Ceylon perfectly measured and served in one of those smart round glass pots. It was delicious, so good I went in and bought a bag, because they don’t just sell it in pots of hot water, they sell it dry for you to take home. Lovely tea, lovely staff, lovely lovely. It looks like a dodgy tourist trap from a distance but don’t be fooled. Highly recommended.
And then we went home.
