Flooded Coton Crescent: When Winter Waters Met Vintage Wheels in Shropshire's Past

Winter of ‘60: When Floodwaters Met Fancy Cars on Coton Crescent

December 17th, 1960. A day that would go down in history as one of the wettest and wildest winter days Shropshire had ever seen. The memories of that fateful evening are still etched in the minds of those who lived through it - a time when floodwaters engulfed Coton Hill, leaving behind a trail of abandoned cars.

As I scrolled through the archives at @ShropArchives, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of nostalgia wash over me. The black and white photographs told a story of resilience in the face of adversity. People going about their daily lives, trying to navigate the treacherous waters that had suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

But amidst all the chaos and destruction, there was something peculiarly fascinating - the cars. Oh, those cool-looking cars! Abandoned on Coton Crescent, they stood like sentinels against the raging floodwaters, a testament to human ingenuity in the face of disaster.

I mean, can you imagine? You’re trying to get home from work or school, and suddenly your car is floating down the street. It’s like something out of a sci-fi movie! And yet, that’s exactly what happened on Coton Crescent back in ‘60.

As I delved deeper into the archives, I found myself wondering about the people who lived through this ordeal. What were their stories? How did they cope with the aftermath of such a traumatic event?

And then there are the cars themselves - those sleek, stylish vehicles that seemed to defy gravity as they bobbed up and down in the water. Were they salvaged or left behind forever? Did anyone ever find out what happened to them after the floodwaters receded?

These questions swirled around my head like a vortex of curiosity, drawing me deeper into the world of Coton Crescent’s 1960 winter wonderland.

As I closed the archives and stepped back into the present day, I couldn’t help but feel grateful for the chance to relive this piece of history. It was a reminder that even in the darkest of times - when floodwaters seem like they’re going to consume everything in their path - there’s always something to be learned from the resilience of those who came before us.

So here’s to Coton Crescent, and all its secrets hidden beneath the surface of Shropshire’s winter wonderland. May we never forget the stories that lie just beneath our feet, waiting to be uncovered like treasures in a flood-ravaged landscape.