The peregrinations, both geographical and mental, of Graham & Jill on narrowboat Armadillo. It being a hodge-podge or gallimaufrey of travels, thoughts and frequently inaccurate facts.
Tuesday, 17 January 2012
Glorious dawn this morning,
I was out with the old dog, one hundred yards and that's it, she sits down and challenges you to move her further, she was always lazy but age has added stubbornness to idleness. So after breakfast Jill and I felt the need to stretch our legs and set off up the towpath,
bridge 5 is looking somewhat part worn, in fact the entire facing brickwork is missing on the upstream side. Will things get better under C.A.R.T? I'm not holding my breath.
It's not every day you see a chimney like this, must have been quite a brickie to build that. Actually the building isn't a bungalow, you just can't see the ground floor, it's below the embankment.
Finally, just to prove it's a bit parky up here,
the bottom of the by-wash at Sawley bottom lock, that's ice hanging on the bushes.