I learnt to swim at Shrewsbury baths
I learnt to swim at Shrewsbury baths when it was still an old Victorian pool, all red brick and high windows and cool shadow. In maybe 1970, they knocked that down and built a modern glass palace, a lot bigger, with seats for spectators and a championship diving board and a gleaming plastic-surfaced caff where you could look through a huge internal window out over the deep end. The best bit of a visit was always the caff, after the swim: it was the only place in town that you could get tomato-flavour crisps, for one thing - I don’t recall the make, not the canonic Smiths or Golden Wonder though - and also there were those excellent long, flattish sausage rolls where warm flaky pastry and delicious greyish sausage seem just about to liquefy. I don’t remember what I liked to drink: I hated all forms of fizzy pop and I’d generally swallowed about half the pool anyway.
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Linked by: fr.litus = shore | FreakyTrigger on October 29th, 2006
[...] all it needs now is a caff as good as shrewsbury baths in 1970 [...]
JTS on October 30th, 2006
I live in Shrewsbury!! At first I thought you meant the cafe aside the swimming pools, which is never open! Of course you mean the one inside which I remember being infinitely bigger and futuristic (although that was more the sports centre cafe really). I miss going swimming there with my mates, doing my LINK course aged 8/9 in the 3 training pools…. it was a fun place to be… does that paddling pool next to the peados’ play area ever get opened?
Josh
Dave on October 31st, 2006
“Red bands out please - Red bands out…”!
(And Salt n Shake in the vending machine)