I lived in Shrewsbury between 1972 and 1976. I love this town. Floreat Salopia! My favourite watering holes were: The Yorkshire House, The Prince Rupert, The Blood Tub and The Admiral Benbow. The Landlord in The Admiral Benbow was Cyril and above the bar hung a Coat of Arms with the inscription "Excretum tauri mentes obdurat." I don't think many people knew what it meant and I loved this.
John I certainly used to visit the York during that time, but was more regular a few years later. I don't think it changed much in those years, apart from us wayward soul boys joining the bikers, for some bizarre reason. I would have visited the Blood Tub, but to this day have never been in the Rupert, nor am I likely too now. Also a couple of years after your time I would go in the Benbow. I don't remember the motto, but I think I can remember Cyril. Certainly I remember a chip shop style fryer in the bar which must have been fairly unique.
This is just charming! I regard Shrewsbury as my hometown - my dad was in the army and we lived in loads of different places but my mum came from Shrewsbury and we tended to live at my Grandma's in MonKmoor between postings. I was even a nurse at the old RSI for a couple of years but that was a VERY long time ago! I
I was just about to say I had my tonsils out at the RSI, but I'm mistaken that was Copthorne. But I used to visit my father when he had his appendices out and after a crash on the A5. Unfortunately, I cannot see me returning, given how determined our betters seem to be to make travelling difficult and expensive for the great unwashed. So this series was really a goodbye to my childhood, family and more carefree times.
Simon yes I think we all grew up with some stories, but as I say they seem all pervasive now. I doubt if I will get the opportunity to visit any again, but I said my goodbyes to the Loggers with a degree of sadness.
Its firing my imagination. I did not used to believe in ghosts but since witnessing at least one and other strange, unexplained sights and sounds I know have no doubt about the power of the soul after death and shadows from history. In my life this has been rare but I am now almost seventy and always remember, never can make tangible sense of it all but know enough not to disbelieve.
Linden I thought of myself as a western scientist and have taught at good universities around the world. But when I moved to Indonesia I was confronted with the paranormal. Do I believe in ghosts? Maybe. There is definitely more to the universe than can be proved by the scientific method. Certainly the mind creates so many of these experiences. Despite having seen and spoken with many ghosts I am not 100% convinced about what is internal and what is external. Just when I believe it is largely internal another incident occurs while forces me to reconsider my opinion. Are all these ghost stories in Shrewsbury to be believed? Of course not. But disproving one or exposing fabrication to support tourism does not disprove them all. As a child I remember many paranormal experiences in Shrewsbury and Condover. But at Condover Primary, the Priory Boys and University I was encouraged to see these as dreams. I am not quiet as old as you, but find it comforting that death is not an end to the soul. Certainly my experience of ghosts is a long way off a Hammer Horror Movie and in general I find them to be happy and welcoming.
@@javaintheraw2705 My first experience was when I was in student digs in Hull. I would return home at weekends. Other students would complain at the racket coming from my room the sound of breaking plates and banging about. The room was very dismal and always chilly. I could not father how come this racket had occurred. My friend looked into the digs history via newspaper records and we discovered a young student had hung himself in the same room a few years previously. On another occasion my son and I visited Binham Priory. My son, only in his early twenties used to open the bible at random and read from the pulpit. A coldness surrounded us and we fled because of a heavy dragging noise coming from the galleries. It was a sense of danger and hostility forcing us to run. We later found out its bloody past and reputation for ghostly phenomena. I also once witnessed a shimmery spectre of a lady gliding at the base of stairs in my mums old house.
@@lindenbutters9396 I am sorry that your experiences have concerned tragedy. Whilst mine often do, my expectations tend to be far from concerning. I sometimes even see cartoon like ghosts screaming at me and simply laugh along with them. They also contact me with warnings of black magic activity, but don't seem to understand anymore than we do.
@@javaintheraw2705 I did not feel scared so much as surprised when I saw the transparent shimmery lady. I felt as if I was intruding on her privacy. It was like I should not have been there. The student digs were in Dover St., Hull and I always slept with the light on else could sense being stared at in the blackness of night. I did not like this place. The Priory was a dreary, sad church and it felt as if it had been a place of terror and suffering but that mood lingered still. The noises were loud and sounded like heavy objects being dragged along the high galleries. It was very unnerving.
@@lindenbutters9396 It's such a shame that so many churches in the UK feel this way. Personally I take my experiences as confirmation that there is a God and a soul. So really they give me hope. Just occasionally I will explain to ghosts that they are dead and need to move on. Some seem to already know and to others its a shock. Unfortunately this leads me no closer to an explanation, beyond the wonders of God's creation.
Phil that's certainly the distinction I have always used. As a former Priory Boy we would cross the suspension bridge to play cricket at the top of Port Hill and the Kingsland Bridge to play rugby by Meole School. But so many recent vlogs on this platform seem to mix them up.
Yes Lana it was lovely growing up in Shrewsbury. I went to school in the town and was allowed to explore it in my lunch break. A little later I explored the pubs, but alas not all, I was aware of some ghost stories, but now there seem to be so many.
Yes it is. For some reason when I was doing my research others had made the mistake and I simply repeated it. As a child I knew them as the suspension and the toll bridge, which is maybe why I didn't spit the error.
@@javaintheraw2705 not suicide as far as I'm aware. I believe heart attack but would have to check with my mum. I think it was around 88 or 89 he died. I think he was renting a room there at the time but again not 100% sure. It's certainly an interesting place. I've got a few pictures of the painting on my phone.
Yes I have spotted some of his vlogs. Mostly recommended after I had published. I may be able to squeeze another out of the footage I have, if I can put together a descent narrative. But alas I can never see me returning to the UK.
I lived in Shrewsbury between 1972 and 1976. I love this town. Floreat Salopia! My favourite watering holes were: The Yorkshire House, The Prince Rupert, The Blood Tub and The Admiral Benbow. The Landlord in The Admiral Benbow was Cyril and above the bar hung a Coat of Arms with the inscription "Excretum tauri mentes obdurat." I don't think many people knew what it meant and I loved this.
John I certainly used to visit the York during that time, but was more regular a few years later. I don't think it changed much in those years, apart from us wayward soul boys joining the bikers, for some bizarre reason. I would have visited the Blood Tub, but to this day have never been in the Rupert, nor am I likely too now. Also a couple of years after your time I would go in the Benbow. I don't remember the motto, but I think I can remember Cyril. Certainly I remember a chip shop style fryer in the bar which must have been fairly unique.
This is just charming! I regard Shrewsbury as my hometown - my dad was in the army and we lived in loads of different places but my mum came from Shrewsbury and we tended to live at my Grandma's in MonKmoor between postings. I was even a nurse at the old RSI for a couple of years but that was a VERY long time ago! I
I was just about to say I had my tonsils out at the RSI, but I'm mistaken that was Copthorne. But I used to visit my father when he had his appendices out and after a crash on the A5.
Unfortunately, I cannot see me returning, given how determined our betters seem to be to make travelling difficult and expensive for the great unwashed. So this series was really a goodbye to my childhood, family and more carefree times.
Really interesting. I have drunk in all these pubs, and heard stories about local ghosts, especially the Naggs and the Rupert.
Simon yes I think we all grew up with some stories, but as I say they seem all pervasive now. I doubt if I will get the opportunity to visit any again, but I said my goodbyes to the Loggers with a degree of sadness.
Its firing my imagination. I did not used to believe in ghosts but since witnessing at least one and other strange, unexplained sights and sounds I know have no doubt about the power of the soul after death and shadows from history. In my life this has been rare but I am now almost seventy and always remember, never can make tangible sense of it all but know enough not to disbelieve.
Linden I thought of myself as a western scientist and have taught at good universities around the world. But when I moved to Indonesia I was confronted with the paranormal. Do I believe in ghosts? Maybe. There is definitely more to the universe than can be proved by the scientific method.
Certainly the mind creates so many of these experiences. Despite having seen and spoken with many ghosts I am not 100% convinced about what is internal and what is external. Just when I believe it is largely internal another incident occurs while forces me to reconsider my opinion.
Are all these ghost stories in Shrewsbury to be believed? Of course not. But disproving one or exposing fabrication to support tourism does not disprove them all.
As a child I remember many paranormal experiences in Shrewsbury and Condover. But at Condover Primary, the Priory Boys and University I was encouraged to see these as dreams.
I am not quiet as old as you, but find it comforting that death is not an end to the soul. Certainly my experience of ghosts is a long way off a Hammer Horror Movie and in general I find them to be happy and welcoming.
@@javaintheraw2705 My first experience was when I was in student digs in Hull. I would return home at weekends. Other students would complain at the racket coming from my room the sound of breaking plates and banging about. The room was very dismal and always chilly. I could not father how come this racket had occurred. My friend looked into the digs history via newspaper records and we discovered a young student had hung himself in the same room a few years previously. On another occasion my son and I visited Binham Priory. My son, only in his early twenties used to open the bible at random and read from the pulpit. A coldness surrounded us and we fled because of a heavy dragging noise coming from the galleries. It was a sense of danger and hostility forcing us to run. We later found out its bloody past and reputation for ghostly phenomena. I also once witnessed a shimmery spectre of a lady gliding at the base of stairs in my mums old house.
@@lindenbutters9396 I am sorry that your experiences have concerned tragedy. Whilst mine often do, my expectations tend to be far from concerning. I sometimes even see cartoon like ghosts screaming at me and simply laugh along with them. They also contact me with warnings of black magic activity, but don't seem to understand anymore than we do.
@@javaintheraw2705 I did not feel scared so much as surprised when I saw the transparent shimmery lady. I felt as if I was intruding on her privacy. It was like I should not have been there. The student digs were in Dover St., Hull and I always slept with the light on else could sense being stared at in the blackness of night. I did not like this place. The Priory was a dreary, sad church and it felt as if it had been a place of terror and suffering but that mood lingered still. The noises were loud and sounded like heavy objects being dragged along the high galleries. It was very unnerving.
@@lindenbutters9396 It's such a shame that so many churches in the UK feel this way. Personally I take my experiences as confirmation that there is a God and a soul. So really they give me hope. Just occasionally I will explain to ghosts that they are dead and need to move on. Some seem to already know and to others its a shock. Unfortunately this leads me no closer to an explanation, beyond the wonders of God's creation.
The suspension bridge by the Boathouse is Porthill bridge. Kingsland bridge is further upstream by the Schools.
Phil that's certainly the distinction I have always used. As a former Priory Boy we would cross the suspension bridge to play cricket at the top of Port Hill and the Kingsland Bridge to play rugby by Meole School. But so many recent vlogs on this platform seem to mix them up.
Wasn't Kingsland Bridge also known as The Penny Bridge?
Downstream
@@jasonkey3494I thought I remembered it as that, but wasn't sure and didn't want to make another mistake.
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Thank you Jean.
I always wanted to visit Shrewsbury. What a lovely historic town! I didn’t realised it has got so many old pubs, and - with the ghosts.
Yes Lana it was lovely growing up in Shrewsbury. I went to school in the town and was allowed to explore it in my lunch break. A little later I explored the pubs, but alas not all, I was aware of some ghost stories, but now there seem to be so many.
Enjoyed this indeed!!
Thank you Wendell.
It's called the porthill Bridge. Not the Kingsland Bridge!. The Kingsland Bridge is much further downstream
Yes it is. For some reason when I was doing my research others had made the mistake and I simply repeated it. As a child I knew them as the suspension and the toll bridge, which is maybe why I didn't spit the error.
I was in the nags head recently and got to see that painting. My great uncle apparantly died in that pub.
Let's hope it's just a story. I take it your great uncle wasn't suicide?
@@javaintheraw2705 not suicide as far as I'm aware. I believe heart attack but would have to check with my mum. I think it was around 88 or 89 he died. I think he was renting a room there at the time but again not 100% sure. It's certainly an interesting place. I've got a few pictures of the painting on my phone.
'Third Rate Content' has a few videos on this subject that will be of interest to you.
Yes I have spotted some of his vlogs. Mostly recommended after I had published. I may be able to squeeze another out of the footage I have, if I can put together a descent narrative. But alas I can never see me returning to the UK.
The Dunn Cow in Abbey Foregate is absolutely crawling with all manner of ghosts and ghouls. 👻
Maybe share your stories here?
You can get into Shrewsbury from the East without going over a bridge
Really? Are you sure you don't mean the north?
@@javaintheraw2705 HaHa 😂 oh yeah!! Just checked the map 😂
@@javaintheraw2705 wow just subscribed, you have some cracking vids chap 🙂
@@buffplums thank you so much. For a moment I thought you had forgotten about the English Bridge!
1.50 min in and this guy’s already made two massive mistakes🤦♂️
The bridge and what's the other?
"Excretum tauri mentes obdurat." = "Bullshit baffles brains". And it's ShrOsbury not ShrOOsbury - the Anglo-Saxon name was Scropesbrigge.
My haven't we got excited?