I rode up the Wrekin on Christmas Day a few years back with an industrial strength hangover. Actually recall getting called a ‘lycra lout’ by a tweed jacketed female – I was going past her at at all of 0.5 mph at the time, breathing oot me arse (it’s a big climb).
It’s very steep going down the other side (westish), so there must be potential for some gnar content. Doubt you’d be riding back up, though, on this part of the hill. Sry don’t know more details, my wife’s from Ironbridge and I only know the riding a wee bit from visits to the in laws.