I have a confession to make. For my next trip, I took a bus. Mountsorrel boasta granite quarries and canalside pubs, a visit by John Wesley, one of only 3,729 villages in which Wesley preached (I’ve been to 2,807 of them), and some great hillside views; And there’s this weird Neolithic graffiti; I can only… Continue reading MOUNTSORREL SOARS TO GBG SALVATION