Holy Anne, lighten my burden,

I'm old, quite beyond pride and shame. All small fears have 
faded and I'm left with the ultimate duty; I'll carry this 
bag of decaying flesh and bones till the end of days. Holy 
Anne, cleanse my blackened soul for dark memories packed 
dark clouds of loaden silences over, once light hearted, 
relations. Loosen thy shackles, relent thy watchful eye 
over thy charge; my treasure.

If people want to go walking over the summer, send me an e-mail.
I'll compile a list to keep everybody informed. If you own a car
and are willing to drive to further destinations, such as Wales
and Lakes please let me know. And above all; tell me your popular
demand, the walk of your life, the place you're dying to see to see.

The organisation is as followed: you shout (like "car going to
Coniston", "car available this Sunday", or "I want to see Kinder 
Scout") and I repeat the message to willing ears. Simple, isn't it.
Messages-in by Thursday night, message-out Friday morning. 

Atentamente,

             Norbert

One small but: I'm away on 20 July and returning the 26th, if somebody
wants to carry the flag on those two occasions, I will mail this body
the details. (Also away on 10 September)