A lovely day out in rural Shropshire

Yesterday was one of those perfect Autumnal days. You know the one where the strong winter sun is low in the sky, casting long shadows across roads and fields and tinting everything with a wonderful golden hue? As such, it was the perfect day to take a scenic drive through Worcestershire and into Shropshire to a little market town called Bridgnorth.

Boots - Dr Martens; Leggings - Next; Dress - Vintage; Blouse - Vintage;
Bag - Jones the Bootmaker

Don't be mistaken by the sun though, it was still mighty chilly and the first day it's actually been cold enough for me to wear this vintage Welsh tweed dress that I bagged earlier in the year in a vintage shop in Cardiff.

Silver Amethyst cross and magnifying glass necklace - gifts; bracelets - top, gift,
yellow and blue - handmade by hubby for me, bottom - donkey's years old; close up of the tweed

I paired it with some nice bits of jewellery, and of course my trusty purple Docs (for those of you who were asking in one of my earlier posts by the way, they were from the Dr Martens website).

Bridgnorth was a pretty little town. We arrived shortly before lunchtime, and I have to say that the parking experience is probably one of the worst I've ever witnessed. It's a little town, with a bustling market, and being rural I think everyone drives into it, but there doesn't seem to be the car parking infrastructure to deal with it. After about 15 minutes of driving around the couple of under sized car parks, we finally bagged a space.

The town itself is lovely, it's all little winding alleyways with a hotchpotch of ancient, old and more modern buildings.

There's a thriving market, lots of charity shops (unfortunately I didn't find those too fruitful), antique shops and a lovely little tea room. We took lunch from a hot dog wagon in the market, which was delicious, and thanks to the dry weather we were blessed with, we were able to eat outside.

The town is on two levels, high town and low town, connected by a cliff railway. Alas, we only had time to visit the busier high town, which is why we didn't get to see the river or anything, if we went back I'd definitely want to see the low town, although I'm not sure hubby would be too keen to deal with that car parking situation again in a hurry.

Heading back to the car park we found this gorgeous little vintage shop, filled to the rafters with the most beautiful coats and dresses. It was just a shame that I couldn't afford any of it, but I love it when you find a shop like this where the stock is such good quality. Shropshire seems to be really good for vintage, I remember the vintage shops in Ludlow when we went.

Today has been a perfect Sunday too, a lazy lie in and pretty much a whole lazy day. This picture of Alfie just about sums it up really.

I'll try to get round and comment on your blogs today.