Stourport via Kidderminster

4 Jul

Jackie is presenting for Nottingham Uni at a HE Learning Conference in Brum. I came for the ride, catching a string of local buses (Sheffield … Bakewell .. Derby … Burton-on-T … Sutton Coldfield …)  to a city not known for beauty or charm, but in striking range of places that have both in abundance.

Tuesday morning. J and I walk the canal from hotel to Aston Uni.

A peculiar feature of Birmingham is that water does not find, as it does everywhere else on the planet, its own level.

At the conference venue J enters to push back the frontiers of pedagogy, while I stroll on down to picturesque Moor Street Station. Hard to believe this is a stone’s throw from the city’s much bigger and drearier Birmingham New Street Station.

Flashing my senior railcard, I shell out £5.15 for a day return to Kidderminster.

I thought this guy, spied minutes after leaving Kidderminster station, might be sixties carpet magnate Cyril Lord but, no, it’s a chap by the name of Sir Rowland Hill.

Another day I’d stay longer to take in the mix of industrial architecture (K/ster being to carpets as Sheffield to steel, it boasts huge loom factories) and mediaeval history.

But today’s plan is to walk southward along the Staffs and Worcester Canal to where it and a Stour teeming with fat chub ….

… enter the Severn at Stourport.

On the outskirts of Kidderminster I pick up the Staffs & Worcester.

At Stourport the Staffs & Worcester enters the Severn by the chain of locks and basins which, in the eighteenth century, had made the town one of the Midlands’ major ports.

Here, a few yards below the last of those locks, is the Severn …

… while here the Stour is about to enter the Severn a few hundred metres downstream of the Staffs & Worcester  …

… and here’s the confluence.

Mission accomplished, I take the bus back to Kidderminster …

… then the train to Birmingham. But where’s the chuffing engine?

Oh. This must be it.

At Moor Street I’m met by three guys in the wholesale beverage trade, sporting sharp suits and fedoras. The gravel voiced capo regimo speaks of protection as they bundle me into the Dodge.


4 Replies to “Stourport via Kidderminster

  1. Close to the geographic centre of the country and to the Archers heartland of North Worcs. I lived nearby in Redditch new town for a while. After that it gets posher eg Tanworth in Arden home to Nick Drake who wrote ‘Life in a Northern Town’ which Tanworth definitely isn’t. Julie Christie was in our CND group. The chilly 80’s

    • Weren’t you doing a sociology degree at Warwick Uni, Mick? And didn’t you sit in seminars with one General Gowan of Nigeria/Biafra fame?

    • You’re not far off. The song was written, I think, by one or more of the Dream Academy and co-produced by Pink Floyd’s Dave Gilmour. Others covered it but it’s DA’s best known song. Here’s the thing though. On this site I found these remarks on Life in a Northern Town:

      “Written in memory of English folk singer Nick Drake, this somber, melancholic and enigmatically beautiful song evokes a cold day in a small town, lemonade consumption notwithstanding.”

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