"What's that over there?"
"That's the Shropshire Hills..."
"Naw, don't think so..."
"What time will we get to the Vanyol Arms?"
"Before it closes, I hope..."
On many occasions I have been party to similar conversations. The Shropshire Hills suffer the same fate as that of Northumberland, people drive past on the way to some where else.
More fool them. Whilst I try and visit Northumberland every couple of years, I'm ashamed to say that it took until this week for me to rectify the situation, Shropshire-wise. So last Monday armed with the knowledge of a campsite perched on Wenlock Edge, a box of full of food, and a car boot equally full of kit, we whizzed up the M40 in search of England's other forgotten county...
*There is climbing in Shropshire, apparently.