Occasional tedious ramblings from a feminist, atheist, autistic academic and historic narrow boater who likes cats, beer, tea, and solitude, and is strangely fascinated by the cinema organ.
Wednesday, 10 May 2017
Aqua Incognita 5: The Walsall Canal
A must for us slighly masochistic lovers of post-industrial tristesse...
Maybe because it was to be our last taste of the BCN for a while the Walsall seemed particularly poignantly photogenic.
To quote from the log that I wrote as we went along (another idea copied from Cap'n Pete): Left Walsall Basin 1125. Town Arm 6" down at least. Also canal low.
Lovely and sunny. Lots + lots of rubbish - poss worst yet. Rats. Quite a
lot of dead fish.
It was great
The sun shone
The sky was blue
The cold wind had dropped
There was nary another boat to be seen
We were surrounded by history
With flashes of modernity
And the occasional timeless bucolic scene
Based on the brief experience of this trip, I can't wait to get back to the BCN.