There's quite a gap between posts again, but I've been delighfully busy during the past weeks - studying Italian, singing in a choir, and doing other stimulating things to keep my mind off the coming darkness. Yet, since a while back I promised a selection of photos from my excursion to Shrewsbury way back in September, here they finally are.
I first visited Shrewsbury way back in 2004, while I was interrailing with another anglophile friend of mine. We both fell in love with the well-preserved charms of the town. Compared to some other historic English cities, Shrewsbury isn't too touristy, either (I'm looking at you, Bath).
The last time I went there, it was May and the rhododendrons were in bloom. Now, in September, the place was even more impressive.
Looking at all these colous in the middle of November gloom makes my soul bleed. But in the nicest possible way. :)