My second Salop tick was over the Severn,
after I’d dragged myself away from the Marston’s pub next to the craft bar.
Shrewsbury looks gorgeous in the dark, and I almost wish I still had its ten or so GBG pubs still to do.
The Anchor (top) is a fairly modest new entry, rather refined, with a new member of staff being taught how to pull pints the highlight. She did a decent job on the Town Crier, though I expect my vocal encouragement and “It’s a bit lively” didn’t help her first day.
It was cool, crisp, and a little dull, but probably deserved its GBG entry.
The HPA was even more lively. “Trust me to pick HPA” said suited bloke as the Wye Valley spluttered out, which didn’t help matters.
Contemporary music from Spector (not Phil), and a lot of couples contemplating tea.
I was contemplating tea, but from a Chinese takeaway back in Stafford, and headed back into the heart of Shrewsbury which is one of our prettiest towns at Christmas (not that I believe in Christmas).
I should have headed straight back to the station, but having paid a daft amount for the train, I knew I’d have to do a return visit to justify the expense.
But which one, dear reader ?