The Shambles, how I love that name! A name that conjures up such vivid and rich imaginary delights, and leads us to take a step back into time. Such a wondrous place where yesterdays lurk behind every corner.
Let the pictures lead and invite your curiosity and imagination to take a stroll back to the medieval days, when the Shambles would have not been such a delight as blood and guts and stench would have oozed freely through the laneways. Now the old butchery site is one of gift shops and tearooms, and other businesses that appeal more to tourism as well as being a mix of other architectural periods. None-the-less the past lingers .
Do you remember the nursery rhyme of the little crooked man and his little crooked house? I think that he must have resided in one of these with his little crooked cat and the little crooked mouse.
Around every corner a little bit of Olde England revealed.
The detail and craftsmanship of those bygone times is what especially delights and fascinates me. How lovely is this carved beam revealing exquisite handwork . Such skill would only be acquired after a long period of apprenticeship under a Master who would belong to a Guild.