“God prosper and prolong this public good,
A school erected where a chapel stood.”
The school was built in 1753. This village is celebrated for its immense quarries of red sand stone, from which blocks of almost any dimensions can be raised. The red stone of which the castle, town walls, abbey, and most other old buildings in Shrewsbury are formed, was in all probability brought from this place. Nesscliffe hill will amply repay the labour of an ascent, the prospect is most delightful and varied. On the side of the hill is the celebrated Kynaston’s Cave, perched like an eagle’s nest upon the brow of an overhanging precipice. Humphrey Kynaston was the keeper or constable of Middle Castle, who from his dissolute and riotous manner of life, was surnamed The Wild. The enormous debts he contracted by his conduct caused him to be declared an outlaw, upon which he fled from Middle Castle, and sheltered himself in a cave in Nesscliffe rock, called to this day “Kynaston’s Cave.” It is divided into two rooms by a strong pillar of the rock, upon which is carved, “H. K., 1564.” One of these was the stall for the celebrated outlaw’s horse. The approach was by a flight of broad steps, which have since been partly cut away. Many a deed of daring is rehearsed of this high-born freebooter; among others, his draining to Mr. Lloyd’s health, in that gentleman’s court yard, the great hall tankard of ale; and while some of the retainers were closing him in, and others were securing every way of escape, Kynaston coolly pocketed the silver cup, and clapping spurs to his horse, cleared the gates and the heads of his would-be gaolers at a leap. All his depredations seem more to have been dictated by whim than a desire to plunder, for he supplied the wants of the poor by dispensing the spoils he abstracted from the rich. His grateful pensioners cooked for him in return, and found provender for his elf-like steed; the rich paying him tribute through fear, and the poor from gratitude. Kynaston was never taken, but died, as tradition says, in his cave.
Post Office.—At Mr. Richard Minion’s. Letters arrive at 5.40 A.M., and are despatched at 7.20 P.M.
Bickley Andrew, farmer and vict., Nesscliffe Inn
Dovestan Thomas, stone mason
Evans Robert, maltster, farmer, and vict., The Pigeons
Evans Richard, wheelwright
Gittins John, blacksmith
Gittins Stephen, sawyer
Humphreys Thomas, joiner & cabinet maker