Grope Lane

Today I went into Shrewsbury to meet an old school friend for coffee and we had a lovely couple of hours catching up. 

This is Grope Lane in Shrewsbury, a passage (or shut as they're called here). It's lined with Mediaeval buildings that are so close together that people could hold hands across from one jetted floor to another.

It was so named either because it was dark and one groped ones way along or because it was the Mediaeval red light district. Take your pick!