Blimey, that brings back a few memories good and bad. Wonder what The Boat at Jackfield is/was like. Remember all the old photos of floods and the measuring stick. Not like it's a totally new phenomenon even in Summer.
That isn't now. The leaves have gone. That's winter.
Fond memories of that little boozer. A regular haunt of my teens. Booze and girls all to be enjoyed with a relatively innocent mind and optimism. Haven't been there for almost 20 years
I have one vivid memory of walking down the hill to Jackfield from Broseley wearing a brand new pair of white Puma trainers (in the days when Puma were very uncool). Every time a car drove past my feet glowed bright white with reflected light (effect enhanced a little in my own mind for some reason ).
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