Friday, 16 October 2026

The Algarve (11): Eating the Algarve 2026. Part 1: Food from the Sea

Originally posted in 2011, Eating the Algarve had a major rewrite in 2022 and has since been updated yearly.

Introduction 2026

Portugal
Over the years this post has seen many deletions but many more additions, and this year's new material would make it overlong. So, for ease of reading I have split the post in two. Part 1 deals with fish, shellfish and other denizens of the deep, Part 2 (coming soon) covers everything else.

Eating in the Algarve

For me food ranks high among the pleasures of travel and 'eating local' is important. In a very few countries eating local is a chore, endless mutton in Mongolia (there was no choice) or two kebabs a day in Iran (I hear menus have diversified since 2000) leap to mind, but I have a much longer list of lands, from China in the east to Cuba in the west where dinner is a delight. Portugal ranks highly amongst them.

We first visited the Algarve, Portugal’s southernmost region, in 1982, returned several times in the 1990s and have not missed a year this century (except 2020, the Baleful Year of Covid). From 2005-25 we based ourselves at Carvoeiro, east of the city of Portimão. This year we relocated to Alvor 12km further west, just the other side of Portimão. The reason? We are getting older and were finding Carvoeiro's steep, hilly terrain increasing hard work; Alvor is flatter. Both are smaller resorts and I admire the way the locals accept that, for a large part of the year, they are a minority in their own towns, yet deal calmly and honestly with the invading hordes. I love the October warmth, the sunshine sparkling on the sea, the bougainvillea trailing across freshly painted white villas, and. of course, I love the food.

Algarve featuring Carvoeiro and Alvor

Portugal is often thought of as a Mediterranean country. Portuguese is a Latin language, the climate, particularly in the Algarve, is Mediterranean, as is the food. Tomatoes, garlic and peppers are important while olive oil is the essential cooking medium, condiment and salad dressing. All it lacks is a Mediterranean coast.

Warm(ish) and blue, but definitely the Atlantic Ocean, not the Mediterranean Sea

The Algarve is a tourist region and thus prey to foreign influences - tapas and sangria from Spain, salmon from northern Europe and all-day English breakfast from somewhere. Between them Alvor and Carvoeiro also offer Chinese, Indian, Thai, Nepalese and Georgian cuisine of varying authenticity, not to mention an increasing number of vaguely named ‘Mediterranean’ restaurants, and so-called Italian restaurants many of which hardly reach beyond spag bol and American style pizza.

Carvoeiro

I have nothing against any of these restaurants (except. perhaps, the fake Italians and the all-day English breakfast) but my interest is in Portuguese food with an Algarve accent. In the nineties and early noughties most restaurants could be described as 'tipico' and that is what they gave you, now it may be less than half. The problem for those wanting to eat Portuguese is not the 'ethnic' restaurants, they announce themselves clearly, it is the many apparently Portuguese restaurants who have, in part or entirely, given up on local food in favour of 'tourist food'. It feels like a betrayal, but I cannot blame them, restaurant owners have to make a living and if tourists ask for steak and chips, fried chicken breast, spaghetti Bolognese, or fish and chips, then that is what they will provide, and most, to be fair, do it very well.

Alvor harbour in the evening - a few fishing vessels among many pleasure craft.

For those who really want local food, the clues are in the menus. The Algarve produces good pork, lamb, turkey and chicken, but not beef. A menu featuring a list of steaks signals a tourist restaurant, as does a sign saying 'roast lamb with mint sauce.' The Algarve is roughly rectangular with the Atlantic Ocean on two sides. Unsurprisingly, it is blessed with the freshest of fish. A 'tipico' restaurant's menu will offer more fish mains than meat mains, but none of them will be 'fish and chips', and they will not call squid 'calamari' and serve it breaded and fried in strips or rings.

Foods from the sea are so important to the Algarve diet that the rest of this post is dedicated to them. There is a second post for everything else.

Peixe - Fish

Sardinha. Sardines are the right place to start, they are available in (almost) every restaurant in the Algarve and are often the cheapest main course.

Sardines, Dona Barca 2024

Since 1982 we have been making what has become a pilgrimage to the Algarve’s second city of Portimão to eat sardines. The scruffy trestle tables on the dock have long been tidied up, but ducking under an arch from where they used to be brings you to a small square where Dona Barca, an old-style restaurant, which retained its communal tables (until Covid) grills fish in the open air. Since we discovered it with Brian and Hilary in 2002(ish) we have never felt the need to go elsewhere for our sardines.

Sardines at Dona Barca, Portimão, 2004
Brian, Hilary, their daughter Lauren and me, with Lynne behind the camera

Sardina Pilchardus
Photo: Gervais et Boulart     Pub. Dom.

Sardines in Dona Barca, Portimão, 2026
Lynne included this time (a helpful waiter behind the camera) - no Lauren, she lives in Hong Kong

It is a treat we have often shared with friends, usually Brian and Hilary but with several others at various times. Dona Barca is inexpensive, the food is excellent (they have a full menu, it’s not just sardines) and it is one of the very few restaurants we visit with Portuguese customers as well as tourists.

I should also mention sardine paté. These little tins of loveliness are widely available and often part of a restaurant's 'cover' (see part 2). We often eat it for lunch with a salad, while Brian likes it for breakfast.

Sardine Paté

The paté is produced and canned in Olhão just east of Faro and it come with or without piri piri (we prefer it with). Taking a supply home means we can have reminders of Portugal whenever they are needed.

Robalo e Dourado. Sea Bass and Sea Bream are also ubiquitous if slightly more expensive. The tourist-driven fashion of late is to fillet them, but they used to be plated whole....

European Sea Bass
Photo:Miguel Mendez used under CC BY 2.0

Robalo, Casa Palmeira, Carvoeiro 2023

....and thankfully still are at Casa Palmeira in Carvoeiro.

Dourado, Casa Palmeira, Carvoeiro 2023

Dourado
Photo:Amada44 used under CC BY-SA 3.0

In 2025 I noticed menus in Carvoeiro offering Dourada and/or Robalo, while also offering 'fillet of Dourada/Robala' as a separate item, This seems a reasonable compromise, protecting those who suffer conniptions on seeing a fish head on their plate, its dulled eye staring reproachfully up at them, while allowing more robust dinners to carry on as before.

Linguado. Sole used to be on most menus, then disappeared and is now making a come back. Occasionally it appears as sole veronique, but more often in simple Portuguese style. This year (2026) I chose mine from the fish reclining on ice outside Zé Morgadinho's in Alvor...

Fish selection Zé Morgadinho, Alvor 2026
My sole has already been removed from its place between the sea bass, top right and the turbot below.
Lynne ate two of the cuttlefish, metal tray bottom right

...and it was taken away gutted and grilled.

Dover sole
Hans Hillewaert used under CC BY-SA 4.0

Sole, ready for eating, Zé Morgadinho, Alvor 2026

Perfectly cooked and served with a boiled potatoes and salad, it was as fine a fish as has every faced a knife and fork. I had noticed that sole cost half as much again per kilo as sea bass and sea bream, but I had not realised how big a fish I had selected. It cost rather more than I expected, but it was worth it. Zé Morgadinho's and Dona Barca where we eat our sardines, appear to be under the same management. Both are old-fashioned hardcore Portuguese fish restaurants refreshingly unafraid to offer tourists fine fish simply cooked.

Tamboril. The Monkfish may be the ugliest fish in the sea. On a fisher-monger's slab it is mainly face - and a face only a mother monkfish could love - with a tail as an afterthought.

With the head removed and the tail skinned a substantial slab of meat remains. There is a membrane that should be removed (though does not always happen) and the tail is then cooked whole, or filleted and cut into several sizable medallions. This year (2026) at the Casa da Maré in Alvor I chose Espetada de Tamboril c/ Camarão Monkfish Kebab with prawns.

Monkfish and prawn kebab, Casa da Maré, Alvor 2026
The restaurant is by the harbour, but I am sitting in front of a picture

European Monkfish
Photo: Libby Keatly used under CC BY 4.0

The big cubes of fish were soft, luscious and perfectly cooked, as was everything else on the skewer, prawns, onions and more. It is a clever trick when everything has to be skewered at the same time. The Casa da Maré is nicely situated with a view of the harbour, but it is the standard of cooking that ensures it is full to bursting every evening, even in in mid-October.

Espadarte. We both like an occasional swordfish steak, though sometimes they can be a touch dry. It is a meaty fish and Lynne enjoyed her swordfish in A Galeria in Carvoeiro, though presentation does not appear to be the restaurant's greatest strength.

Swordfish, A Galeria, Carvoeiro 2025

Swordfish
Photo: Naturalis Biodiversity Center  Pub Dom

At lunch at the Atlântida, on the beach at Alvor, they offered an Espadarte Algarvia. There is no agreed definition of ‘Algarvia’ or ‘Algarve style’ but I expected something with tomatoes, peppers and garlic. I was wrong about that.

Swordfish with orange and almonds, Restaurante Atlântida, Alvor 2022

Oranges and almonds are important local products, but I was not prepared for a slab of fish to be doused in orange (juice and pulp) and sprinkled with toasted almonds. ‘Oranges and fish!' I thought, 'I have made a terrible mistake!’ But I was wrong about that, too, it was the best plate of food I ate in our 2022 visit.

In 2023 we visited Madeira, a Portuguese island 700km out in the Atlantic. There they catch tonnes of black scabbard fish which are dramatic to look at but make dullish eating. The locals pop a fillet of scabbard fish onto a slab of mashed potato, top it with one of their small Madeirense bananas and then cover all in locally grown passion fruit, thus turning a forgetable fish into a memorable dinner. That gave me two reasons to reassess my feelings about fish and fruit.

We lunched at the Atlântida at the suggestion of my (distant) cousin Ricky, long- time Algarve resident, fluent Portuguese speaker and now a Portuguese citizen. See Finding a Long Lost Cousin.

Ricky and me, Restaurante Atlântida, Alvor 2022

Ensopado de Enguia. Spotting clues in the menu is one way of avoiding tourist restaurants (should you wish to), another way is to drive a few kilometres inland where there are (almost) no tourists (except, of course, yourself and companion(s)). Inevitably, we tend to eat at restaurants along the coastal strip where the clientele is mostly foreign tourists. They might be largely 'tipico' but survival demands they keep an eye on what appeals to the north European palate, and generally that does not include eels.

In 2023 Ricky took us to her village restaurant. At A Oficina, she told us, they feed local workers on weekday lunchtime and on Sundays (when we visited) people drive up from Portimão (the nearest city) for 'country food'. Wherever the clientele came from, they were overwhelmingly Portuguese

A Oficina, 2023, Mexilhoeira Grande

A Oficina gave us access to several dishes unlikely to appear on coastal strip menus, and I could not resist trying ensopado de enguia, eel stew. Disks of perfectly cooked eel floated in a somewhat rustic sauce consisting largely of blitzed tomatoes strongly flavoured with coriander. It was accompanied by a plate of chips and fried bread, which would have been perfect if I spent my day labouring in the fields, but for an idle so-and-so like me, was more carbohydrate than I needed. The eel, though was delicious, the white, delicately flavoured flesh falling willingly from the bone.

Eel stew, A Oficina, Mexilhoeira Grande, 2023

European eel
GerardM used under CC BY SA 3.0

Bacalhau. The Portuguese love affair with salt cod started over 400 years ago and continues to this day, even in the Algarve. However, for me the Algarve is about fresh fish, and Bacalhau feels more at home in the Alentejo, which has much less coastline and a different culinary tradition. So, for Bacalhau dishes visit The Alentejo: Eating and Drinking 2024.

Lula, Choco, Polvo - Squid, Cuttlefish, Octopus. Not Really Fish, Not Really Shellfish

Lula. Squid has long been a favourite of both of us. They were disappearing from menus a couple of years ago, but I am glad to see they are now making a recovery. In 2022, 23 and (for Lynne) 24 and 25 the Bela Rosa in Carvoeiro was the chosen venue for squid.

Squid at the Bela Rosa, Carvoeiro, 2022

European squid
Photo:Hans Hillewaert used under CC BY-SA 4.0

Perfecting squid is tricky and Bela Rosa are doing well enough to encourage our repeated return, but the very finest squid we have eaten was served at Maria's, a breath of fresh air, proper Portugal and sensible pricing on the beach beyond the tourist wonderland of Vale de Lobo/Quinta da Largo. After several decades of sterling service Maria sold up. The restaurant is still there, the name is unchanged, but the prices soared under management fully invested in the creeping Californication of the Algarve.

The good old days at Maria's, Quinta do Largo, 2011
Fish is always best eaten within sight of the sea

There is another style of squid dish that involves many small squid, often carefully stuffed and sometimes served in their own ink, as at Cozinha da Avó (Grandma's Kitchen) in Carvoeiro in 2024.

Squids, Cozinha da Avó, Carvoeiro 2024

Lynne is not keen on squids like this and it is not always clear which your are ordering, though these are usually sold as 'Algarve style' or 'house style'.

Choco. Cuttlefish are closely related to squid, and, much as she enjoys squid Lynne is always keen to choose cuttlefish when it appears on a menus. This year (2026) it not only appeared on the menu at Zé Morgadinho in Alvor, it also appeared on the ice tray at the entrance. (see under sole).

'With or without ink?" asked the waiter when Lynne made her order. After a slight pause she said "With," "Are you sure?" "Yes." "Very sure?" "Well, I have eaten them without but never with so I should try it." Relieved, I think, to find he was not talking to a cuttlefish novice, the waiter nodded and wrote it down.

Lynne's inky brace of cuttlefish, Zé Morgadinho, Alvor 2026

Common cuttlefish
Photo: Diego Delso used under CC BY-SA 4.0

Cuttlefish have a distinct and somewhat stronger flavour than squid, further intensified by the ink. Lynne was enjoying them very much even when I pointed out that her teeth had gone black and she appeared to be wearing black lipstick.  She had an ineffectual wipe, and then managed to smear enough ink over her face to look like she had gone three rounds with a Gestetner printer (for those of us old enough to remember the Gestetner). The waiter stepped in with additional napkins and order was soon restored.

Polvo. We regularly ate octopus, more precisely, polvo à lagareiro in Martins Grill by the beach in Carvoeiro. Sadly Jan (Martins) Zegers died in 2019, Martins Grill closed soon after and octopus all but vanished in tourist orientated restaurants. 2025 saw a superabundance of octopuses in the waters around Devon and Cornwall, and as my fellow countryman and women have never warmed to their mild flavour and sumptuous texture, octopuses were exported to southern Europe in vast quantities. This may account for their sudden appearance on many menus in Carvoeiro.

In 2025, while Lynne ate her squid in Bela Rosa, I went for the octopus from the specials board. It was the best polvo à lagareiro I have eaten. A lagareiro is a style of cooking that involves generous application of olive oil during the roasting phase and is perfect for octopus.

Polvo à lagareiro, Bela Rosa, Carvoeiro 2025

The common octopus
Photo: Albert Kok used under CC  BY-SA 3.0

Marisco - Shellfish

Amêijoas. Clams have always been important in Portugal but the last twenty years have seen serious over-fishing. Amêijoas à Bulhão Pato, clams in a garlicky broth, was once a cheap starter, it still appears on menus but now costs more than most main courses.

It is possible to find a bag of fresh clams at a reasonable price in a supermarket and cook them at home. I have never essayed Amêijoas à Bulhão Pato, but I do a fair Amêijoas marinière to mess with a classic and mix languages.

Clams marinière frites

Búzios. Whelks were once a popular street food in Victorian London but are no longer. The internet tells me there are still plenty of places where you can buy a bag of whelks, but I have never seen them in the UK. Buccinum undatum is the most common food whelk in the north east Atlantic, but Londoners ate the smaller 'dog whelks' Nucella lapillus.

The name 'whelk' is applied to several carnivorous sea snail species with swirling, tapered shell. My first encounter with them was in France as part of a fruit de mere. They were quite large with little flavour but a texture awkwardly poised between soft and rubbery that did not invite chewing. I may have eaten eels when visiting A Oficinia in 2023, but our first visit was with Ricky and her (now sadly, late) husband Zeka in 2014. He ordered feijão cozido com búzios (bean stew with whelks) and as I love Portuguese bean stews, I thought I would give it a go, too. I enjoyed the bean stew, and the whelks, cut small, did not interfere with my enjoyment - nor add anything to it. This was two years after the first version of this post, but I had not then started updates. This year (2026) when browsing menus prior to our visit to Alvor I saw the same dish was available in Restaurant Capacho. I had to go and try it.

Bean stew with whelks, Capacho , Alvor 2026

Buccinum Undatum
Photo: Bernard Picton used under CC BY 4.0

It was well done, but the beans were haricots, larger than those in A Oficinia, and the rice was served separately, whereas I think it was cooked in the stew last time. I preferred smaller beans and integral rice, but that is my taste, not a criticism of Capacho. The whelks, again cut small, offered the only resistance to the teeth in the whole dish, but otherwise made no more contribution than last time. I am glad I went and checked it out, I would happily go back to Capacho but not to eat whelks, I think I have given them a decent enough go for one lifetime. And perhaps that was how Londoners felt when alternative street foods started to appear.

Camarão. Prawns used to appear more in the starters section than in main courses, except of course in Arroz de Marisco (see below).

More than 20 yeasr ago, when we still ate three courses, I used to enjoy the prawns piri piri starter at Retiro dos Indios outside Val de Lobo. The restaurant survives to this day, but I have no idea what is on the current menu. In 2025 three prawn dishes appeared as main courses in the Bela Rosa in Carvoeiro, prawns piri piri, prawns 'house style' and shrimp curry - though they were all Camarão on the Portuguese menu.

I chose the curry...

Prawn curry, Bela Rosa, Carvoeiro, 2025

Common prawn
Photo: Eltrusko25 Pub Dom

...it was all right but the chilli could have been hotter and the rest of the spicing was far too muted. And as for it being a shrimp curry, no these were (I am happy to say) prawns. British English makes a distinction between prawns and their much smaller cousins, shrimps. Americans seem to use 'shrimp' for all such crustaceans regardless of size, even for tiger prawns. Perhaps Bella Rosa found their curry recipe on an American website.

Arroz de Marisco. Seafood rice, a particular favourite of mine, is usually a dish for two. First comes the ritual tying on of the bib - this is going to be a messy business - and then a large earthenware bowl is placed on the table and the waiter gives it a judicious stir.

Arroz con Marisco, Casa Palmeira, Carvoeiro, 2023

He then hands over the spoon and you serve yourself a portion of rice, with clams, prawns, mussels, cracked crabs legs, langoustine and whatever else had been in the market that day. Fingers are required to liberate tasty morsels from shells - the crab legs sometimes require force - and it all gets wonderfully messy. It can also demand some concentration!

I've found anothrter clam! Casa Palmeira, Carvoeiro 2025

Tasty though the morsels may be, I derive as much pleasure from the sauce and the rice that has been soaked in it as I do shellfish, indeed the whole process and the whole dish is a delight.

When all has been consumed it is time to sit back and relax. Although I like hands-on eating, I also enjoy washing my hands thoroughly when it is all over.

And relax, Casa Palmeira, Carvoeiro 2025

Cataplana Dishes. A cataplana is not a little known shellfish, but a cooking vessel unique to the Algarve. It consists of a pair of hinged copper shells which enclose the ingredients sealing in all the moisture and all the flavour. It can also be put on the heat either way up. A fish cataplana, usually serving two, will contain several pieces of fish - whatever is available that day - and, typically, prawns and mussels. The smell when your cataplana is opened at the table is memorable.

Cataplana, Vimar, Carvoeiro 2011

The cataplana in the picture was expertly cooked, but I doubt the slab of salmon among the fish is local, and nor are the New Zealand green-lipped mussels at the front. Local produce is excellent and promoting it is even more important now than it was in 2011.

Another dish traditionally cooked in a cataplana is pork and clams, and in 2022 I enjoyed this in an individual cataplana at the Casa Algarvia in Carvoeiro. This apparently strange combination was made in the Algarve, but undoubtedly designed in heaven.

Pork and clams in a cataplana, Casa Algarvia, Carvoeiro. 2022

And having mentioned pork, the section of Food from the Sea comes to an end. Part 2: Everything Else will follow shortly.

Sunday, 26 July 2026

Shrewsbury (2)

A Town Surrounded by a River

The Basics


Shropshire
Shrewsbury
Shrewsbury has a population of almost 80,000. It is Shropshire’s County Town and was its largest town until the rapid development of Telford in the 1970s.





Shropshire in England and Shrewsbury in Shropshire

It was founded by Saxons on a low hill almost completely surrounded by a meander of the River Severn. The town grew within this easily defended space – a rough circle of radius 400 to 500m – and by the 15th century had largely filled it.

The Centre of Shrewsbury (my thanks to the copyright holder)

There was little significant development beyond the river until the arrival of the railway in 1848. The town has since spread in all directions, but it is still the area within the meander that attracts visitors. Over 660 listed buildings are crammed into this small space and much of the medieval street plan remains intact. Timber framed buildings from the 15th and 16th centuries rub shoulders with grand Georgian town-houses, amid a sprinkling of Victorian classical exuberance, and modern geometrical design.

Sun 26-July-2026

Breakfast in the Old Market Square, Shrewsbury?

Our 51st wedding anniversary threatened to be another fine day in a summer of fine days.

Uncertain if we had booked breakfast we asked at Reception. ‘We don’t do breakfast anymore,”  was the reply, so clearly, we hadn’t. The receptionist suggested we try the Market Square.

We took a short stroll in the Sunday morning quiet and found two possibilities. Eschewing a branch of a ubiquitous American owned chain, we selected an adjacent independent business. Neither had many customers but Daily Brews offered a wide choice of English favourites and some Eastern Mediterranean offerings (shawarma, sucuk sausage etc).

Breakfast in the Old Market Square, Shrewsbury

I photographed part of the Square’s collection of buildings…

Old Market Square, Shrewsbury, empty at 8 o'clock on a Sunday morning
The stone Old Market Hall with the clock dates from 1595 (grade I listed), the timbered dwelling (Grade II listed) was built in the 1570s as a merchant's house, to its right is a 4-storey Georgian town house built some 200 years later

… and two statues, arranged one behind the other.

Unusual arrangement of statues, Shrewsbury Old Market Square

The front statue (photographed at dusk yesterday) is The Knife Angel (The National Monument Against Violence & Aggression). Built by Alfie Bradley at the British Ironworks Centre in Oswestry it was completed in 2018. It consists of 100,000 knives, some collected in amnesties, some confiscated by the Police, and has been on tour since 2022.

The Knife Angel, Shrewsbury Old Market Square

Behind is Robert Clive, aka Clive of India (1725-1774). A hero when, long ago, I learned about him in school, he has since been ‘re-evaluated’. Born in nearby Market Drayton, he was an unruly youth, twice being expelled from schools for the sons of gentlemen. In 1744 his desperate father sent him to India as a clerk in the East India Company. Spending most of the next 23 years in India he took on ever more important roles eventually becoming Governor of Bengal. Being an able military commander, fighting the French, who were seeking to expand their influence in India, made him a hero, but there is ample evidence that his main occupation was enriching himself, mainly at the expense of the Bengalis. His rapacious greed brought great wealth, but tarnished his reputation.

Clive of India, Shrewsbury Old Market Square

His statue, like that of Edward Colston in Bristol, is perhaps a problem – but he is currently hiding safely behind an Angel.

Shrewsbury Prison

After breakfast we strolled north to the ridge where the meander starts and finishes, and visited Shrewsbury Prison.

The first prison on this site was built by Thomas Telford in 1793, and the present building dates from 1877. There was a wing for female convicts until 1922 when it became a medium security prison for men only. Decommissioned in March 2013, Shrewsbury Prison is now a tourist attraction.

In a town of interesting buildings, Shrewsbury Prison stands out by being somewhat dull

On a Sunday, Shrewsbury is mostly closed, but not the Prison and we had booked tickets a week before. I was surprised how many people want to visit a prison on a Sunday morning, but we had a warm welcome from the staff, much warmer, I imagine, than if we had just arrived in handcuffs from the court.

There were, of course, still some formalities, a mug shot…

A casually dressed new inmate at Shrewsbury Prison..

…followed by a visit to the governor.

... looking remarkably similar to the Prison Governor

Then we went to inspect the cells.

The Cells

The main cell block has four storeys with open landings and nets to catch inmates or anything else tumbling or being thrown onto those below.

On the 1st floor of the cell block (2nd floor to American readers)

The cells were laid out to show how prison life had changed over the years.

Victorian cell, Shrewsbury Prison

We spent some time moving from one to another, commenting on the major changes and pointing out the more subtle alterations. This was an entertaining game, but it makes dull reading, so I will jump from the Victorian cell above, to a modern cell below.

Modern cell, Shrewsbury Prison

The most recent occupant of this cell was this chap…

Sean Bean in Time

… but not for doing anything wrong. Sean Bean and Stephen Graham starred in Jimmy McGovern and Helen Black's award-winning miniseries Time, and much of it was shot here.

The modern cell looks cluttered and crowded, particularly as it was built as a single cell, but has two occupants. It makes the sparsely furnished Victorian cell look almost spacious. The prison was often overcrowded, in August 2012 it was housing 326 inmates in accommodation designed for 178, the 183% occupancy rate being the country’s second highest.

Not all cells had sanitation before 1995, when the unpleasant Victorian necessity for ‘slopping out’ finally came to an end.

The Death Penalty

After a visit to the café, we went through to an exhibition on the death penalty. The exhibits were largely letters between the governor, justice officials and executioners, discussing in chillingly banal language the arrangements for killing human beings.

Between 1902 and 1961 seven people were executed by hanging in Shrewsbury Prison.

All seven were men, and all had killed women - two girlfriends, an estranged wife (and her lover, the only male victim), a mother, a neighbour and two unspecified. They were brutal men (assuming they were all guilty), some maybe suffering from mental problems not recognised at the time, but I doubt that killing them made anything better.

Shropshire posts often suggest a poem from AE Housman’s 1896 collection, A Shropshire Lad. Previously we have had been On Wenlock Edge and climbed BredonHill, and here are a couple of verses from On Moonlit Heath and Lonesome Bank

On moonlit heath and lonesome bank
The sheep beside me graze;
And yon the gallows used to clank
Fast by the four cross ways.

They hang us now in Shrewsbury jail:
The whistles blow forlorn,
And trains all night groan on the rail
To men that die at morn.

To read the whole poem, click here.

The last execution in Shrewsbury was in 1961, the last in the United Kingdom were in 1964. The death penalty for murder was abolished the next year, but it lingered on, unused, in military law and for treason and piracy until 1998. Humans have become more civilized over time, but the world today reminds us that civilization takes two steps back for every three forward.

Prison Transport

We made our escape, but as no one was chasing we paused to look inside one of the vehicles that routinely transfer prisoners. There must be plenty of criminals bigger than me, but I found this a tight fit. I would have felt very uncomfortable with the door closed.

Prison transport

Walking by the Severn

Like any jail-breaker, we left the road and burrowed down a narrow path descending steeply to the river. From the railway bridge…

Railway Bridge over the Severn, Shrewsbury

…we walked south. Central Shrewsbury is just to our right, the town stretches on far to the left, but the riverbank feels pleasingly remote. We walked under English Bridge where black-headed gulls showed off their flying skills while a cormorant dried his wings.

English Bridge, Shrewsbury

Around the southern end of the loop is Quarry Park. Over the river is the spacious campus of Shrewsbury School, a ‘leading Public School’, meaning it is private and expensive. Founded as a boys’ school in 1552, it moved to its current site in 1884 and went fully coeducational in 2023.

Among those educated here are politician Michael Heseltine, disc jockey John Peel, astronomer Martin Rees and the incomparable Michael Palin.

Without warning rain started falling, gently at first but with increasing strength and we scuttled towards the nearest tree. Just as we reached cover the rain stopped as if a tap had been turned off.

The Dingle

Turning right into Quarry Park we headed for The Dingle.

Percy Thrower was born in Buckinghamshire in 1913. The son of a head gardener, his ambition was to become a head gardener himself. He worked in a variety of gardens around the country, studying horticulture and gaining experience. In 1946 he was appointed Shrewsbury’s youngest ever Parks Superintendent.

From 1956 he presented Gardening Club on television. Every Sunday evening an old man (Thrower was actually in his 40s) plonked pots onto his workbench and talked interminably about Latin names, the shapes of leaves and some mysterious substance called John Innes Potting Compost number 5. I loathed it. So why watch? Until 1963, the television was in the only heated room in the house, and grown-ups controlled the off-switch. In 1969 Gardener’s World replaced Gardening Club as television gardening burst into colour, but by then I did not care.

Thrower redesigned The Dingle and it is magnificent.

The Dingle, Shrewsbury

Big slabs of colour in neatly organised beds in a landscaped lawn are simple enough for me to understand, and if I had seen it in 1960, would my life have been different? Probably not, but I feel I owe Percy an apology.

St Chad’s to Shrewsbury Castle

St Chad’s Church

St Chad’s is a stroll across the grass from the Dingle.

Lynne strolls across the grass to St Chad's, Shrewsbury

The first St Chad’s was probably founded by King Offa of Mercia (r757-796). It collapsed in 1788 during some over-ambitious enlargements.

Circular churches were in vogue in the late 18th century and when Scottish architect George Steuart was commissioned to build a new St Chad’s three of his four designs were circular. The local planning committee, however, chose the other one.

When Steuart was asked to provide a sketch to aid the committee's search for an appropriate location he gave them a sketch of a round church. Nobody noticed until construction was underway and by then it was too late. The new St Chad’s opened in 1792.

Inside St Chad's, Shrewbury

Charles Darwin was christened here in 1809, Percy Thrower’s funeral service was held here in 1988 and the churchyard contains the gravestone of Ebenezer Scrooge. In the 1984 film of A Christmas Carol, when Scrooge (George C Scott) is shown his grave by the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come he is in St Chad’s graveyard. They used a genuine headstone weathered to illegibility, and obtained permission to engrave 'EBENEZER SCROOGE' on it. It is still there.

All roads lead to the Old Market Square, and we stopped on the way for a glass of lunch – one ‘Guiness Free’ and one ‘Peroni Zero’, my younger self would be appalled. In the square we read the menu outside Côte and booked a table for tonight.

The Bear Steps

To reach the Bear Steps we walked up Grope Lane.

Grope Lane, Shrewsbury

The businesses to be found in Butcher Row and Fish Street are obvious. Business went on in Grope Lane, too. Many towns and cities had a Grope Lane, or, as Wikipedia will tell you, an much coarser variant. Shrewsbury’s is one of the few left, but if you come across a ‘Grape Lane’ near the centre of old an town or city, it was probably once ‘Grope Lane’.

At the top are the Bear Steps which take their name from the Bear Inn which once stood on the corner of Fish Street and Grope Lane. There is nothing remarkable about them, except their age. Stone steps only look this was after centuries of use.

Bear Steps
It takes a few years to get knobbly knees like that, too

St Mary's

Our wandering led us to St Mary’s Church. The much changed and refurbished 12th century church was built over King Edgar’s 10th century version. No longer in use, St Mary’s remains Grade I listed and is in the care of the Churches Conservation Trust.

It houses a magnificent collection of stained glass, mostly from Belgium and Germany.

This 15th century window from Trier Cathedral has three panels, each showing a different saint kneeling to the Dean of Trier.

Glass from Trier Cathedral, Germany

Below are a few of their 16th/17th century Flemish roundels. Subjects are a religious mixed bag, from the Adoration of the Magi (top left) to St Michael binding Satan (top right).

Flemish Roundels, St Mary's, Shrewsbiry

The Jesse window was made locally. Jesse was the father of King David and (according to an unlikely interpretation of Isaiah 11:1) a direct ancestor of Jesus. Jesse can be seen asleep across columns 3,4 and 5 in the second row up. Above him are his (largely imaginary) descendants with Jesus at the very top.

Jesse Window, St Mary's Shrewsbury

Surrounded by more glass, a plaque commemorates Shrewsbury-born Vice-Admiral John Benbow. Joining the navy in 1678 aged 25, he fought the Barbary Pirates rising to become a Master’s Mate before leaving the Royal Navy to become a Merchant Seaman. He later returned, gained a commission, fought the French, worked his way up to becoming an Admiral and died from wounds in the West Indies. His remarkable career would be largely forgotten had not Robert Louis Stevenson set the opening of Treasure Island an inn bearing his name.

Admiral Benbow Memorial, St Mary's Shrewsbury

Outside there is a plaque to the memory of Robert Cadman, a locally well-known travelling showman, famous for his ‘flying man’ stunts. On this occasion he was attempting to ‘fly’ along a fixed rope from the steeple to Gay Meadow across the river, a descent of 80m while travelling 200m horizontally. This could well have proved fatal even if his rope had not broken and dropped him in the churchyard. He was a brave, perhaps foolhardy, man struggling to make a living in the unforgiving 17th century. He deserved a better rope, and to be fair, a better versifier.

Robert Cadman's plaque, St Mary's, Shrewsbury

Gay Meadow

Gay Meadow where the unfortunate Cadman intended to land was an open area for public amusement, the word ‘gay’ then meaning ‘cheerful’ and ‘carefree’. In the 18th century the word started to become connected with sexual freedom, of any sort.

In 1910 Shrewsbury Town Football Club built its stadium on Gay Meadow. They were elected to the English League in 1950 and have spent most of the last 76 years in the 3rd and 4th tiers of English football. Gay Meadow’s record crowd was 18,917 against Walsall in 1961 but after the Hillsborough disaster in 1989 new safety regulations cut the capacity to 8,000. Stuck between the railway and the river, expansion was impossible, so ‘The New Meadow’ stadium was built well away from Shrewsbury’s ancient centre. Gay Meadow is now a housing estate, one of the streets being named Cadman Place after the unfortunate ‘flyer’.

The Castle Gates Library

Continuing north we reached the Castle Gates Library, the original site of Shrewsbury School.

The school opened in 1551 in Riggs Hall. The stone structure below, which incorporates Riggs Hall, was built in two phases finishing in 1630. The school stayed here until moving to its present campus by the river in 1882. The building now serves as Shrewsbury’s main library.

Charles Darwin and the Castle Gates Library

Charles Darwin, possibly their most illustrious alumnus of that period, (studied 1818-25) looks comfortable in his armchair. The plaque on the wall behind also names Sir Philip Sydney, Elizabethan poet and soldier, and Judge Jeffreys, Lord Chief Justice under Charles II and James II. The ‘Hanging Judge,’ Jeffreys presided over the ‘Bloody Assizes’ after the 1862 Monmouth rebellion. Not one to be proud of, I think.

Having met Shrewsbury’s favourites sons, it is good to see the town acknowledging a favourite daughter (just one!) In 2017 a bust of Mary Webb (1881-27) was unveiled to commemorate the centenary of the publication of her first novel. Though her books, set largely in rural Shropshire, sold well enough during her lifetime, her work became immensely popular in the 1930s.

Mary Webb, Castle Gates Library

Gone to Earth (1917) and her best-known book Precious Bane (1924) are still in print.

Shrewsbury Castle

The castle contains the museum of The King's Shropshire Light Infantry and Shropshire Yeomanry. It does not dominate the town as medieval castles often do, perhaps because it was extensively remodelled by Thomas Telford in the 1780s. It is also closed on Sundays.

Shrewsbury Castle

Côte

We dined at Côte, a restaurant with a mild French accent. Lynne enjoyed her mussels, my confit pork was alright but reminded me that 1) confit is best enjoyed in France and 2) duck is the ideal meat for a confit. My fault, my poor choice.

Dining at Côte, Shrewbury

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