Somewhere between pain and paracetemol-la-la
a thought crossed my mind. (Which is a rare
event.)

A perfect world...

When I grow up, I will live in a perfect world.
Where people will never change their mind, but
easily change their opinion. Where people show
their appreciation for the things I do, by doing
the things I appreciate. Where people are honest
and open. Where people care about how other people
feel, but not about how it looks. 
However, before I grow up, I will be foolish.
I will have ideals. I'll fall in love with people
who do not love me. I'll have arguments. I'll be
sad. I'll be happy. I'll be self-conscious. I'll
care about what other people think. I'll fancy.
I'll be in a deplorable state of disarray.

Departure is at 9.00 from Piccadilly Station.
We have two walks from Macclesfield:

1) Out along the canal, to Bollington. Over the 
low ridge at the edge of the Manchester-Stockport
plain: Kerridge Hill. Through the fields and 
via the town of Langley back into Macclesfield.
(16km, 350m ascent)
2) Straight out Macclesfield, heading for Macclesfield
Forest. Around the back of the forest through the
valley below the Cat and Fiddle, over Shutlingtoe Hill,
back into the forest, along Trenta reservoir, and Langley
back into Macclesfield.
(19km, 600m ascent)
(Possibly separated in three or four, by doing walks anti-
clockwise.)

Yours, (momentarily not really home.)

Norbert