Remembering The Rollers

On Easter Monday I went walking in The Stiperstones, lonely rugged hills in the west of Shropshire, not far from the Welsh border. Birmingham, only 50 miles away to the east, could be in another universe, it is so quiet and remote here. The Horseshoe Inn, currently closed and up for sale, is in a wonderful location, its beer garden on the banks of the … Continue reading Remembering The Rollers