The valley flattens out as it reaches the plateau that tops off the western end of the pebble pile. 'It's different again,' Anne said as we crossed the open moor-like ground.
|The muddy Oldacre Valley, Cannock Chase|
|The Chetwynd Arms, Brocton|
|Me, Brian, Francis, Alison, Anne|
Chetwynd Arms, Brocton (and Lynne took the picture)
And that was not quite all. As we drove home under a clear blue sky, the light lingered long after the sun had set giving a summer-like twilight. From tomorrow the days start to lengthen promising that eventually summer will return. I look forward to it.