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.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.
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