Maximum temperature would be 17°C, they said. There was a 40% chance of rain, they said. Oh dear, nothing for it but to dig out my first pair of floral trousers again.
To liven things up, I added a floaty, frilly blouse I grabbed from a reduced rail in H&M just days before our holiday, and which I'd chucked into my suitcase at the very last moment.
Talk about a floral punch! If I'd worn this to Powis Castle, I'm sure it would have confused the gardeners.
Expecting it to be cold, I put on a red cardigan and, for good measure, I wore my charity shopped raincoat for the first time.
Little did we know that in our valley below the Long Mynd, the temperature was always a few degrees lower than average.
We were off to Bridgnorth, about 30 miles away, which is a town of two halves, High Town and Low Town. But more about that later.
Claire from Diary of a penny pincher had kindly supplied me with the post code of a Long Stay car park in High Town, which saved us the trouble of looking around for a decent spot to park.
From there, we sauntered through the town, wandering in and out of the charity shops lining the High Street
There were quite a few picturesque timber-framed buildings, including the Town Hall set on high brick piers, which interrupts the traffic flow in the High Street.
Here I am trying to blend in with the black and white buildings and the flower shop at the same time
As the temperature had considerably exceeded 17°C by then, I was already regretting putting on all these layers and not wearing a dress.
We'd been running late that morning, so soon our rumbling stomachs reminded us it was time for a spot of lunch.
Bridgnorth, or to be more specific, High Town, sits high on a sandstone cliff, with spectacular views of Low Town and the valley. The town is divided by the River Severn, Britain's longest river, and the two parts are linked by seven steep sets of steps and a Victorian funicular, Bridgnorth Cliff Railway.
After the one linking Lynton and Lynmouth in Devon, which we took in 1997 and, more recently, the cliff railway up Constitution Hill in Aberystwyth, it goes without saying that we wanted to add this third funicular to our curriculum. Ha, doesn't that sound grand?
The eagle-eyed among you may have spotted the sign on the bottom, pointing to The Looking Glass, a shop selling vintage clothing, jewellery, handbags and hats!
Needless to say, I had to stop and browse and I may even have bought the cotton floral frock I'm holding up for inspection. I would have liked to browse some more, but the shop was somewhat in disarray as the owner was preparing for a vintage fair. Also, that Cliff Railway was calling us!
"If you approach the High Town by the cliff railway you feel you are being lifted up to heaven." ~ John Betjeman
The oldest and steepest inland funicular railway in the country, it was opened in 1892, and is making the short, dizzying journey between High Town and Low Town at least 150 times a day.
Look at that view and, gulp, isn't that rather steep? But there was nothing for it, as Jos had already bought our tickets, so legs trembling just a little bit, we hopped in and minutes later, hopped out again in Low Town. There was nothing to it, really.
And what did we do once we were in Low Town? Look up at High Town, obviously, where the tower of St. Mary's church, built by Thomas Telford in 1792, is dominating the skyline.
Then we crossed the busy bridge over the River Severn and, looking backwards, had a splendid view of some old advertising on the right, taking in the entire side of the building. Apparently, Ridley's Seeds is still trading in Bridgnorth’s livestock market today.
Continuing our walk past some noisy roadworks, we turned a corner and what did we spy?
Old Mill Antiques Centre has antiques and collectibles spread over several floors and, if money was no objection, I wouldn't have minded taking home one or two of those Clarice Cliff items. In the end, we did find something much more affordable to add to our kitchenalia collection: a 1930s enameled Lucie Mabel Attwell wipe clean household wants thingy, complete with its original pencil.
After much needed refreshments at their café, we retraced our steps across the bridge and made the return journey on the cliff railway.
Back in High Town, we continued on Castle Walk, passing several sets of steps down the cliff.
The panorama which opens up here, of Low Town and the Severn Valley beyond, is quite breathtaking. It is said that Charles I once described it as 'The finest view in all my Kingdom.'
A little exaggerated, perhaps, but still a lovely view.
Our aim was to check out another of Bridgnorth's curiosities, the Castle Keep. This is all that remains of the once vast Norman castle and, as a result of a botched attempt to blow up the building by the Parliamentarians during the Civil War, It now leans at a 15-degree angle, three times greater than the Tower of Pisa!
We sat for a while in the landscaped Castle Grounds, before returning to our car, and driving back to our cottage.
Another day well spent, and quite a few treasures found as well!
Taking my floral combo over to Patti's Visible Monday at Not Dead Yet Style!