One Street

This morning I walked down into the village to pick up one or two bits and pieces. It seems that I am cooking tonight.

I was going to take a photograph of Hill Crest, the villa where George Formby resided when he lived here. Will save that one for another day.

I walked back along my One Street, aka the Bridgewater canal. I didn't pass a soul. I am always drawn to these hand cranes that are used to lower timber balks into the canal when sections have to be blocked off.