My light-treading daisy, my Sunday dally, my daft daffodil,

Look what new words I found in the dictionary. Only, where did I put my
head? Oh yes, on my shoulders. If only I, morose mortal, could make mores
of the moronic mosaic of morphemes, before it turns into a morass and I 
start to morris dance with a Mormon on a morgue in Morrocco.
Anyway, this Sunday........  
This is your chance to pollute, or contribute, to Manchester's favourite
mineral water, since we are going to Buxton. The train leaves at 9.21, 
let's meet at 9.00 in the main hall of Pick-a-Diesel.

Some kind suggestions follow below:

1) After being kicked off the train at Chapel-En-Le-Frith make your
way to Buxton via the feet of Combs Moss, Errwood Reservoir and
the Goyt River.
14 km, 150m ascent.

2) Why not Wye Dale, till deep Deep Dale and starting back through Back 
Dale, over the hills in between the quarries, mines and laboratories?
20km, 250m ascent.

3) Southwest Buxton. Over the commons, through the fields, via Errwood
Reservoir, and up along Wildmoorstone Brook, a small river with a big 
name, and over a small hill without a name into Buxton.
17km, 250m ascent.

Your treadmill-of-life companion,
                                 Norbertus Emilius Ligterink