SHROPSHIRE HAS FALLEN….A (HAMPTON) LOADE OFF MY MIND

A few miles downstream of Bridgnorth lies Hampton Loade, home to my final Salopian tick of GBG22. Hampton Loade sounds like a posh bit of south Shropshire, doesn’t it, and I vaguely recall the station as a stop on the Thomas the Tank Engine steam train (32 guineas each way, I believe). The route down… Continue reading SHROPSHIRE HAS FALLEN….A (HAMPTON) LOADE OFF MY MIND