Big hugs in Bridgnorth

Today a lady with whom I work told me that she hadn’t seen her adult daughter for several years. Living on different continents and without money to  spare for flights, she  was understandably envious when I said that I was off to meet my daughter after work. “Give her lots of hugs”, she told me. I felt so sad for my colleague. I cannot image the pain of not seeing my lovely girl for so long.

For various reasons it’s been quite a few weeks since we’ve managed to get together and with holidays looming for us both and a house move for daughter it was going to be several more weeks before we could meet up unless we squashed in a late afternoon together . Today after work I drove 30 miles to the Shropshire town of Bridgnorth for a 4pm rendezvous. Although she lives only a few miles from the town, she wasn’t able to finish work as early as me so it seemed sensible to meet there in order to maximise the time we could spend together.

Bridgnorth is what might be described as a ‘bustling little town’ which has had five gold medals awarded by Britain in Bloom. It’s easy to see why. With several interesting narrow streets and alleys running off the high street, it’s a quaintly pretty place reminiscent of times gone by.



The town is in two parts – Low town through which runs the River Severn and High Town which is built on a sandstone cliff.  Between them runs the Cliff Railway, one of four furnicular railways in this style in the UK and this is the steepest. We didn’t use it today; fortunately there is a road too!


In Norman times, under Robert de Belleme, son of a French earl,  there was  a castle in Bridgnorth but this is all that’s now left after Cromwell’s Roundheads were ordered to demolish it in 1640s.


We made time for a quick look in a ‘bargain’ shop from which, in the past, I have bought discontinued OPI nail polishes for only £4 each. There was only a small selection today but none of the colours appealed. One was a mustardy-lime green colour and as much as I like the few bits of clothing I have in the colour, it’s not something I’d wear on my nails. Similarly  neither the dark green or washed out pink appealed. Better luck next time perhaps.

There are a couple of good dress shops, small branches of some of the multiples, a few charity shops and pretty gift shops and several nice places for coffee or food. We chose The Brasserie having eaten a few times before and know that the food is tasty and good value, and the service friendly. Neither of us had eaten since breakfast so we wanted more than a snack but in the blistering heat, we didn’t want anything to heavy. We hit upon the idea of two starters each, both choosing the home-made potato wedges  and sweet chilli sauce and the breaded brie. It was an inspired choice and hit the spot perfectly.



Our couple of hours together was over far too soon but as I hugged her (several times) goodbye, I found myself thinking how lucky I am that my daughter is only an hour and a half away.

After a drive through the lovely Shropshire and Worcestershire countryside I called in at Waitrose in Bromsgrove (a bit of a treat as we don’t have a local branch) and bought various bits and pieces for tomorrow’s baking. We are off to my grandson’s birthday barbeque at the weekend and I’m taking the birthday cake and  puds!


  1. It looks like a really lovely place.
    I love that I live so close to Beth, Alex and Dave. It’s so lovely to see them so often. I’m lucky, I know.


    • My eldest son lived only a couple of miles away but moved last year and is now about an hour and a half away, much the same as my daughter. My other son lives five minutes away from me. I am really lucky that none are very far away but just too far to pop in for half an hour.


  2. Oh, I hope your colleague will be able to see her daughter, soon! I hope they can see each other and talk online, through Skype, etc., in the meantime. I remember when I first came to the US – I came on my own and my mother and I didn’t see each other for about 2 years. Back then, there was no internet, and we couldn’t afford international phone calls. So, it was weekly letters. My step-father collected all my letters! I found them among his papers, after he died.


    • How lovely that your letters were kept. I remember my mum used to write to her mother each week, and ring her for a quick chat (expensive back then) on a Sunday evening.


  3. Sounds a lovely time with your daughter and Bridgnorth well deserves it awards for their blooms.


  4. Sounds like you and your girl had a lovely time. That is the problem when they grow up and have lives of their own to lead. Finding a time when all the stars align so that you can meet up can be a hard road to travel. I’m off to give my middle son lots of hugs and see how his partner’s baby bump is progressing I can’t believe they have reached the half way stage already time just flies doesn’t it.



  5. You are lucky.

    I haven’t had contact with my Mother since Christmas Day and have no intention of contacting her again.

    She has made it very clear that I am a huge disappointment to her. I am in her words “obese”. She dislikes my husband (I’ve been married twice and she has hated both of them at some point). I live too far away. My dog sheds too much. When my children were young, she loathed my youngest son and made it clear that he was being tolerated.

    She has since decided that she like the youngest but I should have advised her of how much he looked like a deceased relative. The man in question died when I was two!

    She thinks it is terrible that I continue to work full time at the advanced age of 58!

    I gave up all hope on Christmas Day when she advised me that she would not consider attending our oldest son’s wedding because she didn’t want to leave her dog at home or travel with him due to his age.

    I give up.

    Cherish your relationships. I’d love to be able to have lunch with a mother who loved and supported me.


    • That’s sad, Linda, and I’m so sorry that you have had to endure such a disappointing relationship. I had a very awkward relationship with my own mother too. She was a very difficult person. My brother and I have talked it over many times and agree that she made us feel that we were never quite good enough. I cherish my children and have tried very hard to be a different kind of mother.


  6. My late mother worked for a time in Bridgnorth, I think during WW2 (I think my rather was at RAF Bridgnorth at the time). She worked for a solicitors called, I think, PItt & Cooksey and when, more than 20 years ago, we took her with us on a holiday when we stayed in a B&B close to Bridgnorth, we found the very building and I have a photograph of her somewhere, standing on the steps to their offices.
    Indeed, my own husband was first stationed at Bridgnorth for his ‘square bashing’ during National Service. He was in the last but one intake before National Service ended. Indeed, I loved the little town and we went on the railway and had coffee in a café close to the river. How lovely to see your daughter, Eloise, and how sad for your colleague to be so far away from her daughter, and for so long.
    Margaret P


    • I remember you telling me that your husband had been stationed in Bridgnorth, but what a coincidence that your mother had been there previously. Pitt Cooksey are still listed as active but there is no website and the building is now occupied by Co-op Funeral care.


  7. I feel for your colleague! Off to Barcelona tomorrow for four blissful days with my daughter! Mum and daughter time is special – will hug her lots too.


    • I felt like crying for her, Leigh. She looked so wistful. Enjoy Barcelona…fab place. Coincidentally I’m in the process of writing a post about it!


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