Although Wendy and I have lived in the West Midlands all our lives, today on the spur of the moment I suggested we walk with Shadow up a local landmark.
‘The Wrekin’ (pronounced REE-KIN) is a hill of volcanic origin rising to 1335ft. The top of which is the location of an Iron Age hill fort covering approximately 20 acres.
The origin of the Wrekin according to local Shropshire folklore (from wikipedia):
A giant called Gwendol Wrekin ap Shenkin ap Mynyddmawr with a grudge against the town of Shrewsbury decided to flood the town and kill all its inhabitants. So he collected a giant-sized spadeful of earth and set off towards the town. When in the vicinity of Wellington he met a cobbler returning from Shrewsbury market with a large sackful of shoes for repair. The giant asked him for directions, adding that he was going to dump his spadeful of earth in the River Severn and flood the town. “It’s a very long way to Shrewsbury,” replied the quick-thinking shoemaker. “Look at all these shoes I’ve worn out walking back from there!” The giant immediately decided to abandon his enterprise and dumped the earth on the ground beside him, where it became the Wrekin. The giant also scraped the mud off his boots, which became the smaller hill Ercall Hill nearby. Ironically Shrewsbury is subjected to flooding from the River Severn on frequent occasions naturally.
The hill is only a half hour drive from home, so easy to get to. There is a well-defined path up to the summit, although steep in parts. It as very overcast so seeing long distances wasn’t possible.
It was a nice way to spend a couple of hours on a Saturday afternoon. After a brief wander around the summit we walk back down to the car and something to eat.