My dearest, my lovely, you dwell in sweet dreams, 

this weekend will bring us down, me to you, and you back 
to the old country, when we meet again in Shropshire, to 
excercise our public footpath rights, or to stand on the bluff
gazing over the fields and farmland. The conquerors in mind.

This Sunday there are four options:

1) From Church Stretton up Dryhill through the forest, turning 
southwards over some farmland, over the railway and river in the 
bottom of the valley. Via Manor House follow the river up to the 
ridge. Over The Port Way which runs over the broad ridge, stopping
at the triangular point at Pole Hill and down again at Carding Mill 
Valley, straight into Church Stretton.
18km, 500m ascend.

2) From Church Stretton southwards along the river to Little
Stretton. From there straight up the hills, and along the broad 
ridge northwards, again via Pole Hill, until Robin Hoods Butts
over the hills straight into Church Stretton. 
13km, 350m ascend.

3) From Church Stretton around Helmeth Hill through the forest.
Over farmland, fields and a marshy field to the forest of Birch
Coppice. Back along the main valley at the feet of the hills.
16km, 150m.

4) From Church Stretton along the valley in the feet of the eastern 
hills. Crossing the broad valley, the river and the railway to All 
Stretton, and back through the feet of the hills along the western 
side, going around the far side of Nover's Hill.
11km, 100m ascend.

THE CRITIC'S CHOICE:

5) (Mike) Starting from Henley  walking over the dismantle railway 
along Wenloc Edge. Turning at Eaton, first through the forests at
the foot of Wenloc Edge and then up to Callow Hill. Straight down 
to Henley.

6) (Creamy) Stiperstones from Linley. Starting from Linley walking up 
slowly  to Stiperstones, via Devils Chair down, between low hills back
to Linley, the last part along West Onny River.

And the bus goes south, south, south.....

At your service, 
                votre pied-a-terre,
                                   Norbert

(`I cannot apologise for the banality of my dreams', Alice Munro,
The Bardon Bus)

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PS My name is Norbi-et-Orbi, ant i am fife years olde, 
ant i am collecting mappeskases, 1st ate kites, and mappes,
ant i am still loking fore some rare spacies, formerely 
owned by the U-MISS hiving klub, but recenterly doubiously 
marketed. Mi agentes gather at feeding time in Harrie's Barn,
or deal deerectly with mi in G27, Mains Building, iv you 
deare. Plise, pretty plise, with sugar on top. (Ruud Gullit 
carts from Brick's Concrete Porridge are all so wellcome.)