jimmyt,

Willenhall is a picturesque hamlet of mellow-stoned cottages, nestling under the jealously protective guardianship of the Wednesbury Edge in peaceful, rural Staffs. It has two pubs, a green, and a tranquil pond that come evening, reflects the glow of distant, urban Wednesfield from across the valley.

My great aunt had a coal-round that included Willenhall, but she was insane and ended up breeding pedigree wasps in a felt hat left to her by the local vicar - a reverent James "two traction engines" McDonald. From the top of Wednesbury edge, you can see Brown Clee, Wenlock Edge and into the permanently open bathroom window of Mrs Elsie Enderby, who despite her years is not as body-shy as she should be.

Hope that helps, mate. Now get on with your dental work, you varmint.