Bridgnorth in the sun; I am in love! What an exquisitely beautiful place; this town on the river Severn, with its high town built on a huge outcrop of red sandstone rocks overlooking the whole valley, and the low town nestling below slong the river banks.
I get to philosophize with my old friend Robin Moulsdale and his new friend John in the Cinnamon Cafe. This seems very appropriate; Robin, Rani, and I first met on the MA in body centred Philosophy we all enrolled on some 5 years ago and haven’t seen each other for three years and are only now catching up on where our lives have led us since then. Even then it was clear that the likes of Robin were streets ahead of our tutors in their thinking and understanding of the philosophy of our times. One of the great pleasures of our course was when we (mature) students sat down together and discussed what our years of lived experiences had taught us. For many of us there followed quite a challenge of taming our knowledge, tailoring it, trimming it down to the size of the much narrower viewpoints of many of the academics tutoring us who had specialised in their area for so long they hadn’t developed the skill of being able to draw the connections between the disparate disciplines they taught. The Body Programme sought to explore those connections and drew together a group of people who had their areas of more specialised interest but who had in common for the most part the ability to see where their discipline met others and the awareness to understand how important the crossovers and links were.
John, Robin, and I now talk about my difficulty in being able to remain in the present when encountering industrial fall out. It does seem to be that I am unable to make the connections to the roots of industry and so feel a great disconnect with it.
Robin and I then take a stroll along the castle walls which are almost complete still around the town and the remains of the castle destroyed by Cromwell’s parliament after his troops took the town; its tilted walls now surrounded by beautiful pleasure gardens.
I take great delight in the old streets and houses we pass and the imposing river down below meandering majestically through its deep sandstone cut wooded valley.
There is much to explore here that I won’t have time to see, and I am enjoying catching up with Rani & Robin, who live in chiming distance of the lovely St Marys church and have a view of it from their window and garden. It is a day passed replenishing myself; gentle, warming, spent in good company, and the trials of the past few days melt in to the past and I look forward to the rest of my journey.
Robin talks of cycling and how in his youth it was a joy to go out together in groups but by the time he was teaching from the 50s to the 70 s it had become too dangerous and no one cycled anymore because the roads were full of traffic. He is pleased to hear that back roads are become quiet again and that there is a place for cyclists once more.