This time, having found ourselves in Notton more than once in the last
few weeks, we decided to circumvent that problem by heading the opposite way to the village and heading
the other way down the canal.
An excellent plan, somewhat circumvented by encountering a large gate
where there should have been a thoroughfare and a large set of dogs where there
should have been grass...
Plan B, go back up the way and go along the canal proper to get to the
other path, and we know that the we’re on the path because it actually looks
like a railway...
With a half dismantled bridge halfway along it...
And what looks to be the storm drain outlet into a larger tunnel that
we know is the remains of the canal...
Which begs the question of why is the drain opening out into the
canal...
But this is way behind where people will ever see (unless they’re
us)...
So why not...
We learned that sometimes sleeping horses do indeed lie...
You need a bridge to go over a five inch wide stream...
But seriously bridges are awesome...
And we’re going to be going further afield from this point onwards, the
actual walking is excellent, because we chat s*** about everything from Game of
Thrones to the nature of the games industry, to writing and all things that matter
to us, and somehow between those conversations, another seven miles are gone...
We were considering starting up a full time walking group for those
built like us, with the caveat that if you can’t walk half a mile without
falling over, we’re not the starting point, the question would be how many
people built like us want to take up on walking...
Question posed...
