The wolf and the lamb

Once upon a time a Wolf was lapping at a spring on a hillside, when, looking up, what should he see but a Lamb just beginning to drink a little lower down. 'There's my supper,' thought he, 'if only I can find some excuse to seize it.' Then he called out to the Lamb, 'How dare you muddle the water from which I am drinking?'

'Nay, master, nay,' said Lambikin; 'if the water be muddy up there, I cannot be the cause of it, for it runs down from you to me.'

'Well, then,' said the Wolf, 'why did you call me bad names this time last year?'

'That cannot be,' said the Lamb; 'I am only six months old.'

'I don't care,' snarled the Wolf; 'if it was not you it was your father;' and with that he rushed upon the poor little Lamb and 'WARRA WARRA WARRA WARRA WARRA' ate her all up. But before she died she gasped out

'Any excuse will serve a tyrant.'


Borrowed from Australian story telling. Hope you don't mind guys, it just is very apt at the moment. I will probably take it off later.

Wellington Shops Closing

Out of the eleven shops that I photographed two have moved into different premises within the town. The building society has amalgamated with another, and the opticians has moved next door.





The loss of Woolies is felt mainly because Woolies was quite a big shop, but woolies never did present itself in a very inviting way, unlike W H Smith which is still there on the rail bridge.



Flap Jacks will be missed.



On this cold snowey day in February I'll think that the shops might as well shut their doors to the public. Wellington struggles to be inviting at the best of times, but when the elements hits like this it just can't compete with the temperature controlled clean and comfortable Telford tow centre.

Wellington in a recession

I walked through my home town of Wellington today. It was not a pretty sight. Too many shops are closing down. A sad loss to the town was the cafe Flap Jacks which has always been a pleasant haven for a cup of tea and...well... a flap jack.
With the loss of Woolworth's and others the gaping holes where shops used to be resonate like black teeth in a line showing a grin to be scared of. The writing was on the wall back in 2008 when our shoe shop Stead and Simpson closed down remaining empty to this day.
It's winter time and maybe that has some bearing on the number of people in the town but I'll swear today was a wet Wednesday afternoon that rang with that tone deaf ring of a death bell. The recession is here. To stay if you listen to the politicians.

I think I will make it my business to chart this little occurrence so that Wellington's history can continue to be documented. Wellington has had it's casualties that for sure. She sacrificed a few sons to the first world war. I wonder who we will lose in this next battle. I'll be keeping a running commentary on that, so if you are interested tune in the for the next installment.


Here is a view of the Wrekin, a famous landmark of the Shropshire Countryside, taken from the road leading down to the A5 from Wrockwardine. If you look closely you can see the vehicles on the M54 passing by.