I always seem to be at least a day behind. Yesterday, Monday, we left Little Onn and headed north, just before Cowley Bridge (32) we saw a true harbinger of summer, the first swallow of the year, he seemed to be glad to be here. On through Gnosall and on to Norbury Junction where we got rid of rubbish, watered and raided the book swap, the usual collection of turgid romantic novels with a few gems sheltering among them. I now have to read Robinson Crusoe; and I thought it was a pantomime.
Through Grubb Street cutting with the well known High Bridge
This morning we tackled Woodseaves with it's famous rock slide,
We are now at Market Drayton as Jill has broken a tooth and needed to see a fang cobbler. We found one and next thing I'm in the chair and booked in for a filling and a clean and scale so it looks as though we're stuck in the area for a while, never mind, back to the Anchor on Friday, well it's not far.