The usual almost 7 miles, in sun and wind, followed by a sandwich at the cafe.
Lots of fisher people around, and walkers and cyclists. No lapwings, but plenty of mallards, tufted ducks, coots.


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Reflections in the greylight |
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Eddie and Maureen descend the slightly slippery cobbles of Bridge 61, before we go into the pub of the same name. |
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Spring is springing |
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Maintenance of the flight of ten locks |
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and back to the start. |