The quartz was sparkling on our walk yesterday.
There's a valley between The Stiperstones and the Long Mynd that doesn't appear to have a name, but is really quite beautiful when viewed from either side. Re-exploring the notion that Shropshire is incredibly (and thankfully) under-marketed it occurred to me that if this valley had a name (and these days had a TV programme starring Martin Clunes set there) it would be as popular as somewhere like Wensleydale.
It plainly needs a name. I'm happy with the Longdale Stiper. Anne prefers Stiperdale. Either way I'd be happy to have some ashes scattered at a suitable viewpoint.
Oh, and note to those brave souls who have completed the Long Mynd 50. Sadly, I've had to disqualify you all, as Anne informs me you don't climb up to the trig point on the Manstone Rock. Slackers.
About Me
- Gary
- In my twenties I was a failed poet. In my thirties I wrote a book on gambling which was very nearly published. In my forties I wrote a small book about moving from London to Shropshire, which remains unpublished. Into my fifties and the quest continues...
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