Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Telford. Be warned.

I wrote this earlier, parked up in Telford; a town which could never be described as the jewel in Shropshire's crown. I'd delivered the Glam Ass to the Wrekin Community Clinic for his second cataract op. (Full marks to the NHS here - left and right done in rapid succession with no time to blink so to speak.) It's sited quite sensibly on a business park in Telford but as most of Telford seems to be a business park, or leastways look like one, that's hardly surprising.

The Clinic is the kind of place which enjoys a good sign. There is sign overload - you know the sort of thing: 'Do this'. 'Do that.' 'Wait here.' 'Press button for automatic door.' 'Beware of automatic door.' And the explicit sign below.  They hope you will be sitting comfortably. You have been warned.

But oh dear. Telford. Who was I kidding when I thought that it all might be so much better than on my previous visit 2 months ago?  Christmas 'tat' had been replaced by regular 'tat', and 'Stuff'. Tawdry, ephemeral, unlovely Stuff in a building with all the charm of a public lavatory.

Built from the 1960s onwards the newly created Telford swallowed up a number of small towns and villages, ran a motorway through them, linked everything with roundabouts and built housing. Out with the old, in with the new! From memory there's a rather splendid Town Park too - with a Japanese-style garden with flowering cherries and pergolas - a nod to the Japanese companies who came and established themselves on the new business parks.

A spanking new shopping centre was built. Undercover and surrounded by car parking, all the fun of the high street without the blight of the weather. Perhaps in its day it really was worth a visit.

I managed about 40 minutes of window shopping before the pointlessness of it all sent me scurrying for the exit and back to the car - parked in the curiously named 'Ash Grey' car park. I negotiated the dual carriageways, roundabouts, roadworks and diversions, and back to the Clinic to sit huddled in the car there stabbing at the iPad's keyboard. But in my own space and not a Primark, Build-a-Bear Workshop, Superdrug, 99p Store! or Debenhams in sight. Hurrah for that.

Finally, another of those signs. Nobody likes a crabby toilet do they?


Kirsty.A said...

I love a good sign

Twiglet said...

I am glad it's not just me then!

Frances said...

Oh Mountaineer, how you do test my country dreams.

Meanwhile, over in my own NYC, I began day of a jury duty summons, and would have many of my own blog post reporting, if only I were not required to report to the same general area tomorrow.

Glad that the eye surgery went well. xo

Pondside said...

Ah yes, Telford - we have heard of it on the news over here, and what was heard does not inspire a desire to visit. I love a good sign too!

Cro Magnon said...

I remember an 'executive' housing estate being built in Telford, where the council had forbidden builders to build houses within 8 plots of their previous one, ensuring that it didn't all end up looking like a row of the same designs (does that make sense?). The result was an estate that looked reasonably good; if you like that sort of thing. I can't think of anything else good to say about Telford.

SmitoniusAndSonata said...

What , no Greggs ?
Here , every High St. has a Hema , a Blokker , a Kruidvat , a Zeeman , an Action , a Euroland ... you could be anywhere at all in Holland , north or south .

Meanwhile my congratulations on husband's "new" eyes ! Having just had mine done , I know just how delighted he must feel !