George Gleaves

Last week I stopped off at this bridge on my One Street, aka the Bridgewater canal, but I did not post it here choosing instead an adjoining field of rape.

This bridge leads from the fields to some old tumbledown farm buildings. The bridge, and the track leading to it, are overgrown and impassable. Next to the boundary hedge in the field were some bee hives.

There were quite a few runners and cyclists on the towpath but no passing boats on the canal.

Now that the disappointment of the weekend has passed I am looking forward to the new season. That's football.