We parked in the high town as we only had about an hour and set out to have a wander about and see if we could spot the little town house B&B we had stayed in over twenty years ago before we ever dreamed we would move from the East to the West Midlands. We had booked a B&B with the Tourist Information Centre but when we arrived the owner said they had double booked us but had found us a room with a friend up in the high town. When we arrived there it was the most amazing place, really old with oak staircases and steps down into the bedrooms which had iron bedsteads and everywhere was crammed from floor to ceiling with nick- knacks and shop dummies in vintage clothes, hat boxes, fairy lights and flashing tulip lights on the breakfast table - the owner was quite a character. We enjoyed staying there but couldn't spot the place this time around. I expect she is no longer there.
This is the view down to the bridge over the river Severn from the walkway just beyond the Castle Hill Railway, from high town to low town.
Here are some scenes from the High Town.
It was time to move on to find the garden we had come to see, the one I had read about in Katherine Swift's wonderful book 'The Morville Hours' - tantalisingly just 3 miles away - but this wondrous place deserves a post of its own.