THE BANG FROM BURY

My wandering soul mate, 

The last of the hikes brings us to Bury, where utmost surburbia meets
the rural countryside. We will walk over the Rossendale Moor to the
house of our Captain, Oh Catherine, the Lady of the Tin Box, who will
entertain us with the best of all entertainments: food.
After dawn we meet at Chorlton Street Bus Station at 9.40 to catch 
the outward service at 10.00.

There are two ways:

1) the shortest: straight across the moors and fields.
13km, 300m ascent.

2) almost the shortest, via reservoir, hill, and river.
19km, 450m ascent.

Yours eternally,
                ready for his summer break,
                                            Norbert.


Poem for the Lonesome Walker

One foot before the other,
stones disappear below.
one mile after another,
the time passes slow.
The eyes flick from puddles to rocks,
and gaze in the distance from time to time.
An effort Nature mocks;
it counts the passing of time in rock's lifetime.