I'm originally from Manchester, love hiking, and have ended up a long way from home - hence Manchester Rambler. For those unfamiliar with the area, it's the title of a song written by Ewan MacColl for the "mass trespass" of 1932, when thousands of hikers confronted police and gamekeepers on Kinder Scout in protest against landowners who were trying to block access to the moors.
Here's the last verse:
So I'll walk where I will over mountain and hill
And I'll lie where the bracken is deep;
I belong to the mountains, the clear running fountains
Where the grey rocks rise rugged and steep.
I have seen the white hare in the galleys
And the curlew fly high overhead,
And sooner than part from the mountains
I think I would rather be dead.
Rambler