New Gloven Stockist Upstairs, Downstairs, Oswestry, Shropshire.
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Oswestry is an ancient market town located in the North of Shropshire close by the English – Welsh Border. Today the town still retains its vital function as a market and shopping centre serving North West Shropshire and Mid Wales. The narrow passageways link streets whose names conjure up images of the past: English Walls, Welsh Walls, The Bailey and the Horsemarket. It is a locally important shopping and agricultural centre and still retains the intimacy of a rural town serving local people and home to a number of specialist and independent shops and one of those Upstairs, Downstairs has now becoming a Gloven Stockist. I thank Yossi for asking his customers about stocking Gloven and being impressed by his customers answers he is now keen to try them!
There appears to be lots of ghostly paranormal activity or tales abut Oswestry
On the trail of King Arthur and his Guinevere. Legend says she was born at Caer Ogyrfan, Old Oswestry Hill Fort, that perches on the edge of town. Walk its grassy ridges and rekindle the days of the Round Table, chivalry, knighthood and ladies of the court. Experts and local enthusiasts are now digging into its mysterious past. Once the stronghold of a powerful chieftain, Old Oswestry is the focal point for research projects and archaeology seminars.
And the name Oswestry is the subject of another intriguing legend, its name derived from the Saxon King of Northumbria, Oswald. In losing a battle to the Mercian King Penda, Oswald’s head and arms were cut off and placed in a tree, but his right arm was carried off by an eagle. It was dropped, and in its landing place a spring of water bubbled up, supposedly having miraculous healing powers, thus becoming a place of pilgrimage that you can still visit today. But what of the name Oswestry? Oswald’s Tree……Oswestry?
Other legends are of recent times. The caves at Nesscliffe were the haunt of Sir Humphrey Kynaston, a highwayman more in the mould of Robin Hood than Dick Turpin. And let’s not forget the colourful character Jack Mytton, a man whose cure for hiccups was to set fire to his shirt! He lived near Whittington (is Dick Whittington from here?) and, amongst his many mad escapades, was the time he once rode a bear down his dining room table!
March 11, 2011 | No Comments
