Another Dorridge walk

One of my favorite things about living in this area is how often, when driving or walking around, you see those little weather-beaten "Public Footpath" signs. Without a special map that shows all the footpaths, there is only one way to find out where the path leads! I've noticed one quite close to our house several times recently, but it took a sunny day this last weekend for us to finally check it out. I think much of the land the path crosses is part of the 220 acres owned by the Solihull Riding Club (which is basically across the street from us). We didn't see any horses while we were there, but we kept the dogs on their leads seeing as they have absolutely no manners around horses. Well, mainly Sascha has no manners and Plato follows where Sascha leads (usually looking over his shoulder at us, thinking "I am SO not supposed to be doing this"). Anyway, we followed the path through the fields, up over the M42, and past a golf course until it came out on a street that we absolutely did not recognize so we turned around, went a different way at a fork, and came out not much further down the same road we started from. Perfection! Actually it would have been perfect if I had a third arm to hold Plato while I took pictures. When you look at them, imagine Plato just out of view, wriggling and whinging (that's how we say whining here) like a little puppy because Jeff and Sascha are too far ahead of us and it's NOT FAIR.