Concrete and Clay

A whaletail swished by, thin black stripes on deepest ebony. And then she was gone, never to be seen again off in search of another toilet. I was on the train to Shrewsbury to visit an old friend. Shrews. Bury. Strange name which conjures up images of furry rodent types. And graveyards. I've never been to Shrewsbury. Does anyone go to Shrewsbury? My friend has to pick up her mother who is spending the evening doing Scottish country dancing. In Shrewsbury. Interesting.