On the way into the library I'd spotted a proper picket line at a council depo, on the way out I got chatting to a good old fashioned reporter-with-notebook and photographer combo scouring the streets. I also found a few charity shops, inevitably.
Newbold tunnel is short, with a towpath - to make it more pedestrian friendly is was floodlit with coloured lights - difficult to photograph without going into manual settings, but I gaveit a go (it felt a lot more light than this, it's just that the floodlights were so bright and confused the camera):
On the way to Marston junction I passed a boatyward that looked like a pile of boats; this was spotted in a corner:
I turned on to the Ashby canal at Marston - it instantly felt slower, quieter - I was dithering whether to do this diversion, but I was soon glad I did.
There was even a boat which would be perhaps more in keeping with my political leanings...
I passed through Hinckley, knowing I was stopping there on the way back, and went on to Stoke Golding, where I continued my habit of wandering into the public bar of the local at 10.30 at night.
130 miles to find nothing - A belated Happy New Year to you all. Now that the Christmas decorations and the yuletide coffee mugs are stowed away for another year, it’s time I poste...
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