The Plate That Outlasted Safeway

A cream ceramic plate with a fine, crackled glaze and scattered flecks of colour, resting on a dark speckled granite worktop lit by a blue glow on one side.
A well-worn plate’s crackled glaze catches the light.

This is just a plate. It’s an ordinary plate: off-white with some tiny flecks of colour in the glaze. The colour is not very noticeable. It’s one of a pair, and there is also a pair of matching bowls. I’m certain there were some matching side plates once upon a time.

They’re plain without being too plain. They seem just plain enough to be neither fashionable nor unfashionable—although, to be honest, I have no idea if trends in crockery really exist.

In September 1989, I bought the plates from a branch of Safeway in Shrewsbury. I was heading to university, and two plates, along with the bowls, side plates and a couple of knives and forks, were coming with me. They were used almost daily during the four years I studied.

I don’t know where the side plates went—maybe I imagined them—but I still have the dinner plates and bowls. They have remained in regular use ever since, packed away and moving whenever I moved house. If I had to guess, I’d say they were used weekly. There is a more recent set in daily use, but these were always handy and slightly bigger, capable of holding a full portion of fish and chips from my local chippy.

Today, PY discovered a crack in this plate. It’s unusable and about to break but, before it gives up, I thought I’d take a picture.

It has outlasted the Safeway supermarket brand in the UK, which is an odd fact but one I feel the need to note. More than 30 years seems pretty good going.

I wonder how long the other one will last?

Shrewsbury Abbey at Flickr

I couldn’t resist posting another one from my weekend back in Shrewsbury.

Shrewsbury Abbey

I didn’t want this site to become full of my photographs, but I couldn’t resist posting another one from my weekend in Shrewsbury. This picture isn’t as good, but it’s of Shrewsbury Abbey – at the bottom of Abbey Foregate, just before you reach the English Bridge. I passed this place every day on my way into college as I was growing up, and it’s a sight that always makes me think of being a teenager. [Shrewsbury Abbey].

Sadly, I could only find one other picture of Shrewsbury at Flickr and that turns out to be a different Shrewsbury!

Lord Hill’s Mighty Tower

Lord Hill's Mighty Tower

I love the colours in this picture. Although it was taken early in the morning (at least, early for a Sunday), the colours are fantastic. What’s more, I took it with my Treo’s mobile camera, which isn’t the greatest camera in the world. According to Shropshire Online, “Lord Hill’s Column, outside Shirehall, is one of Shrewsbury’s striking landmarks. The tallest Doric column in the world, it commemorates the First Viscount Lord Hill, who lived from 1772 to 1842.” [Lord Hill’s Mighty Tower]

Water, Water Everywhere

The pictures of cars almost submerged are strangely reminiscent of my home town of Shrewsbury

Last night was an underwater adventure for many Londoners. Apparently, 3cm of rain fell in 30 minutes – which is a reasonable amount of water. The strain on the drainage system was too great, and we had cars underwater, closed tube stations and some very, very wet people walking around. Many people have a perception that London is grey and always raining, but it doesn’t handle rain well at all. I guess it’s all the Victorian sewers (or whatever they are).

The pictures of cars almost submerged are strangely reminiscent of my hometown of Shrewsbury– which is prone to flooding. The town is mainly contained within a loop of the River Severn and, as such, seems to get drowned from all sides in the winter storms and spring thaws.

I guess Shrewsbury is my home town. I was not born there, did not live there for the first fourteen years of my life, and have not lived there for ten years. My parents still live there, and I go to see them occasionally, and I think of it as my home town, but really, it’s just another place I have lived. Of course, I do have very fond memories of the place, which, I assume, helps.