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 (George C Scott). In the 1984 film of A Christmas Carol, when Scrooge 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 most famous 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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Saturday, 25 July 2026

Shrewsbury (1)

The Abbey, Unitarians and The Loopy Shrew

Why Shrewsbury?


Shropshire
Shrewsbury
For the last twenty years we have celebrated our wedding anniversary with an expensive dinner at a Michelin starred restaurant. This year, though, we changed the plan. Our anniversary fell on a Sunday and few such restaurants open on Sundays (or Mondays for that matter) and even fewer still offer a three-course dinner. We are getting older and 12-course tasting menu with 12 different wines – maybe I exaggerate slightly - are becoming hard work, miniscule though each individual course might be.

Instead, we decided to spend the weekend in Shrewsbury. The town is only 34 miles (55km) from home, but although we have rounded the by-pass many times, we knew little of what lies within, so we decided to find out.

Shrooze or Shrowz?

Shrewsbury is pronounced "SHROOZ-bree" or “SHROWZ-bree” apparently at the whim of the speaker. According to ChatGPT ‘Shrooz-bee is favoured by locals and much of Shropshire,’ but ‘Shrowz-bree is widely used elsewhere and is perfectly acceptable.’ They may be right.

The Basics

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 now spreads far and wide in all directions, but it is still the area within the meander that attracts visitors. Here the medieval street plan remains largely 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.

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

Over 660 listed buildings are crammed into this small space. There was never a plan, but somehow it works - though not for drivers. Once in possession of a parking space, it is best to forget the car and explore on foot.

Sat 25-Jul-2026

Shrewsbury Abbey

After extolling the delights of ‘inside’ I will start 'outside'; Shrewsbury Abbey is 200m the wrong side of the English Bridge.

It was founded in 1083 as a Benedictine monastery by Roger de Montgomery, Earl of Shrewsbury. Old Rog could never have imagined the Abbey Foregate Car Park, just across the road and the best spot for a photograph. I have excluded as many cars as possible.

Shrewsbury Abbey

The Abbey may now be best known for Brother Cadfael, who lived here and solved murders in the 12th century. Ellis Peters (real name Edith Pargeter) produced 20 meticulously researched Cadfael novels between 1977 and 1994. 13 were adapted for television in the 1990s starring the impeccable Derek Jacobi. I would believe he really was a medieval monk, but for his late 20th century sense of justice. The Abbey Foregate hardly looks medieval so the series was filmed in Hungary, but there is a Cadfael/Edith Pargeter stained glass window just inside the south door.

Jane Gray's Memorial window for Edith Pargeter, aka the Cadfael Window, Shrewsbury Abbey

Nearby are the effigies of Richard Onslow, Speaker of the House of Commons, and his wife Katherine. Richard died in 1571.

Richard and Katherine Onslow, Shrewsbury Abbey

On the north side is the shrine of St Winifred, (or Gwenffrewi),a 7th century Welsh virgin saint. The daughter of a nobleman in what is now Flintshire, she rejected her suitor, Caradog, deciding instead to become a nun. Displeased, he drew his sword and chopped her head off - a fine example of early medieval toxic masculinity. A healing spring appeared where her head fell.

Fortunately, St Beuno (who was, conveniently, Winifred’s great-uncle) came along, restored her to life and called down the wrath of God on Caradog causing the earth to open up and swallow him.

St Winifred became extremely popular in England in the 12th century, resulting in her relics being moved to Shrewsbury, and for a several centuries pilgrimages were made to see them. There is no undisputable earlier record of her, so she was, possibly, a 12th century fiction.

St Winifred's Shrine, Shrewsbury Abbey

The Dissolution of the Monasteries did not leave Shrewsbury Abbey a ruin as (like Bolton Priory in Yorkshire) it also served as a Parish Church, but it was not unscathed. The north and south transepts were demolished in 1540, the remains visible in the brickwork (half hidden by trees in my photo above). The eastern end of the Abbey - everything beyond the round Norman arch across the nave in the photo below - was also demolished.

The eastern end of Shrewsbury Abbey

In the 1880s, the eastern end was rebuilt on a much smaller scale to a design by John Loughborough Pearson who also designed the reredos.

Reredos, Shrewsbury Abbey

In the porch are plaques commemorating local people who died in two world wars. Most notable among them is the poet Wilfred Owen, whose name (Lieut. W.E.S. Owen M.C.) can be found by the poppy on the right-hand column. Born in nearby Oswestry, Owen later lived in Shrewsbury.

World War I Memorial, Shrewsbury Abbey

Outside, a memorial to Owen represents the pontoon bridge he was building across a canal when he was killed, aged 25, on the 4th of November 1918, one week before the armistice.

Wilfred Owen memorial, grounds of Shrewsbury Abbey

It seems an underwhelming memorial for the finest poet of World War One.

Getting Organised

After a light but leisurely lunch near the Abbey we decided to walk across the English Bridge and find our hotel on foot. Distances are small once inside the meander, and roads are smaller. Some were also closed for forthcoming celebrations, and we have learned from experience, particularly in Portugal, that the number and angles of roads at medieval intersection can overwhelm a sat nav trained on more orderly modern street patterns.

We found the hotel, discussed the location of their car park with reception, explored a little then returned to our car. It took us three goes to get in the correct lane in the convoluted approach to the English Bridge, one of these errors took us on a lengthy detour. Finding the car park was easy enough once we had found the right cobbled lane off the narrow street, but by the time the car was parked it was check-in time, after which, being elderly, we had a nap.

Shrewsbury Unitarian Church

During our brief recce we found the Unitarian Church. The Unitarians are not a well-known, nor a large group. Today there are some 170 Unitarian churches, chapels and fellowships in the UK.

Shrewsbury Unitarian Church
The Italianate Façade was added in 1839

Despite the date of 1662 at the top, The Italianate Façade was added in 1839. Behind is the site of the house of Richard Price and the chapel that was built behind that for security reasons.

Once Martin Luther set the ball rolling, people all over Catholic Europe started looking at church doctrine and deciding which parts to discard. The concept of the Trinity had always been problematic; Christianity is monotheistic so, some reasoned, if there is only one God, then it is God the Father. Jesus then becomes an important, maybe inspired teacher but not actually divine, and the Holy Ghost disappears in a puff of smoke. The virgin birth problem also disappears - it was always a stretch of the imagination, and a dubious translation, to boot. The idea of a Unitarian God first became popular in the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth and in Transylvania in the 16th century.

The English Civil War ended in 1649 with the execution of Charles I. Having rid themselves of a king who wanted to be an absolute ruler, England found itself governed by Crowell's Puritan zealots, which was worse. Oliver Cromwell died in 1658 and the monarchy was restored in 1660. With the intention of settling everything down, The Act of Uniformity was passed in 1662, from now on everybody would be Church of England and all services would use the revised prayer book.

It was not the first (nor last) act of parliament to achieve the opposite of its intention. Over 2000 C of E priests either resigned or were ejected, resulting in a growth in non-conformist churches. Presbyterians, Congregationalists, Baptists and Quakers, were tolerated or persecuted depending on whim. Two priests were ejected in Shrewsbury, the Rev Francis Tallents from St Mary’s (see next post) became a Presbyterian minister, preaching clandestinely in the house of a supporter.

Here is a nice picture of an old house in Shrewsbury - just to break up the big block of text

The Act of Toleration in 1689 belatedly corrected the situation. A small meeting house was cautiously built behind the house of timber merchant Richard Price, with Tallents as the minister.

During the 18th century many English Presbyterian congregations rejected the Trinity and became Unitarian, though how much they owe to the earliest Unitarians in Transylvania is unknown. Also unknown is the date when the Shrewsbury congregation became Unitarian.

In 1715 a Jacobite mob destroyed the chapel, but it was rebuilt almost immediately. The government paid compensation and George I later granted the congregation a Royal Charter, which is preserved inside the church.

Modern Unitarians reject the idea of doctrine, preferring members to decide their own beliefs. Whether they are Christian or post-Christian is a matter for respectful discussion.

I like religious buildings, this blog is full of churches, mosques, synagogues and temples - Hindu, Buddhist, Daoist and others. I like the architecture, the art and the history they embody, but I am not a member of any religion denomination. I do not feel I need a religion, but if I ever changed my mind, I would probably join the Unitarians.

Important Local Unitarians

Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Samuel Taylor Coleridge was appointed minister here in January 1798 at a salary of £120 a year. He resigned two weeks later when Thomas Wedgwood (son of Josiah Wedgwood, potter and entrepreneur) offered him financial support to devote himself to poetry.

Josiah Wedgwood
Josiah Wedgwood was a Unitarian and a member of the Lunar Society of Birmingham, a late 18th century club which brought together the leading scientists, inventors, industrialists and thinkers of the Midlands Enlightenment. Thomas Priestly, who first isolated oxygen, was another Unitarian member. Erasmus Darwin (we visited his house in Lichfield where the society sometimes met) was a physician and member of the C of E.

Charles Darwin
Erasmus Darwin’s son Robert married Josiah Wedgwood’s daughter Susannah and became a doctor in Shrewsbury. Six of their children survived infancy, and two of them married Wedgwoods, including their second son, Charles.

With a Unitarian mother and a C of E father, Charles Darwin attended the Shrewsbury Unitarian Church, but was educated at Shrewsbury School, which was (and is) C of E.

The Loopy Shrew

In the evening, we took a five-minute walk to the Loopy Shrew. We had booked a table there because they had an attractive small plate menu and I liked the name.

Despite the falling temperature, the seats round all the tables outside the Loopy Shrew were filled with drinkers, and plenty of people were standing around them drinks in hand as though waiting for a table to become free. We found the door guarded by a couple of heavies (well middle-weights, to be fair) – not something we are used to. Apparently deciding a couple of over 70s would cause no problems, they stepped aside. Inside the voices were loud and the music even louder. Beginning to wonder if this was a mistake, I accosted a member of staff, told him we had a booking and he led us through the crowd to the restaurant - a large backroom where the noise level was mercifully much lower. Perhaps all would be well.

I was toying with the idea of a cocktail when Lynne said ‘G&T’, so I had to have one as well – someone had to share the bottle of tonic or the gin would get drowned. A Tanqueray each and a shared tonic made a pleasant start to the evening.

Lynne and a G&T, Loopy Shrew

Lynne looked through the menu and decided she wanted the sea bass. I scanned the small plate menu but then spotted ‘Thai chicken and vegetable Penang curry’ among the ‘mains’. It was described as a ‘Thai red curry with coconut’ so I ordered it, despite my misgivings about the word ‘Penang.’

[Digression warning] We have visited Penang. It is one of my favourite places but it is a constituent state of Malaysia not Thailand. Eating in Penang is always a pleasure, the mixed Malay/Chinese/Indian population means that food from three of the world’s finest cuisines is produced by, and mainly for, those who understand it best. And then there are the delights of the fusion dishes, Penang laksa is almost worth the journey on its own. But curries in Penang are Indian, more exactly Tamil Nadu, in style, not Thai. [Digression over]

Back at the Loopy Shrew, Lynne was telling me how good her sea bass was,...

Sea Bass, Loopy Shrew

...while I was starting on a dish in which Thai red curry paste and chicken had been cooked in coconut milk. The milk had split into oil to fry the chicken, and coconut solids to add flavour to everything else. It is the same trick used by Malays and Indonesians to cook rendang and I find the resulting flavour combinations deeply satisfying.

Phanaeng Chicken curry, Loopy Shrew

[Update: After a little research I have found the curry has nothing to do with Penang, which is a typo. The menu should have read Panang (or more properly Phanaeng) referring to a red curry/coconut dish originating in central Thailand, which I had not previously encountered.]

The Loopy Shrew did a good job, though I have two quibbles i) lemongrass is an essential ingredient of red curry paste, and if there was any here, I could not taste it, and ii) the traditional garnish of makrut lime leaves, whose acidity provides an invigorating contrast to the heavy sauce, was missing. Fresh lime leaves are hard to find here, so this was unsurprising, but the rice cracker replacement was just a distraction. Most importantly, though, they did not back off with the chilli, as too many restaurants do. Anybody who orders a Thai red curry should know what they are ordering, and heat is part of the deal. So, for giving me heat and coconut, I will happily give them a solid 8/10.

We were both pleased with our main courses and felt we had space for a dessert. Lynne chose affogato, I picked Eton Mess Pannacotta, we both got what we expected, and very good they were too.

Pannacotta and Eton Mess, Loopy Shrew

The bill, the whole of it, food, gin and wine, was roughly the same as we paid for one 5-course tasting menu last year. As we had a 5-course tasting menu each and a different (and expensive) wine with each course, plus a few other things, last year’s wedding anniversary meal cost,… let’s just say considerably more than our evening in the Loopy Shrew.

At a Michelin starred restaurant you expect to find four or five ingredients you have never heard of before, two or three combinations you never imagined could go together, but do (smoked eel with horseradish ice-cream, and apple granita on scallops were two memorable successes). Two dishes should take your breath away with their excellence, and one will disappoint. But eating five or seven courses takes a long time, you need to concentrate on every mouthful, and we have reached an age were this becomes hard work.

The Loopy Shrew gave us four dishes, three of them familiar and the fourth, the Phanaeng curry, from a familiar genre. All were well cooked and presented and full of flavour. The restaurant is unlikely to win a Michelin star, but that does not mean you cannot eat an excellent, satisfying meal and enjoy a relaxing evening out.

As we left the volume of the music in the still crowded bar was louder than anything I have heard since my student days, now well over half a century ago. It reminded us that the Loopy Shrew is not aimed at our demographic, but somehow it did not seem to matter. I would recommend it.

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Gnesener1900 - Shrewsbury Coat of Arms reproduced under CC BY-SA 3.0
Nilfanion Shropshire within England map. Adjusted for this blog reproduced under CC BY-SA 3.0
J Hewes, Map of Shrewsbury centre.

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