This morning's plans having all gone wrong, I was left with the afternoon free, so the dog suggested that I take him for a long walk along the canal in the fine weather. I agreed to this proposition, and took the camera along.
We parked the car in a British Waterways car park just past bridge 76 of the Monmouthshire and Brecon canal, on part of the longest stretch of lock-free navigable canal in Britain, and headed north.
First bridge
There was no wind to speak of, so the canal was good for reflections
The view ahead. We were aiming for the base of the dark mass of spruce to the left of the picture.
Halfway. Seven more bridges to go.
A small mooring point for canal boats.
I have been coveting this ash burl for years. It is about 4 feet across. It is also on private land, and it would kill the tree to take it, and you'd be hard pressed not to drop it into the canal in getting it.
Destination. Nothing special, but both the dog and I wanted to turn around. Neither of us are as young as we were (but he has more grey hairs than I do).
First, a brew. My compact pocket kit. Good for one hot drink.
The bits.
Went up nicely.
The result. Very nice it was too.
We met one of the local girls on the way home. She was a little hefty for my tastes.
Others were out enjoying the weather too.
And so back to the car and home. Solo was so tired I had to lift him into the boot or the car. Still, he and I have shared many a trip over the years, and he has always been an agreeable companion, so it was the least I could do for an old friend.
Thanks for watching, and special thanks to Kepis, Hugo and Rockmonkey whose regular trips reports inspired this one.
We parked the car in a British Waterways car park just past bridge 76 of the Monmouthshire and Brecon canal, on part of the longest stretch of lock-free navigable canal in Britain, and headed north.
First bridge
There was no wind to speak of, so the canal was good for reflections
The view ahead. We were aiming for the base of the dark mass of spruce to the left of the picture.
Halfway. Seven more bridges to go.
A small mooring point for canal boats.
I have been coveting this ash burl for years. It is about 4 feet across. It is also on private land, and it would kill the tree to take it, and you'd be hard pressed not to drop it into the canal in getting it.
Destination. Nothing special, but both the dog and I wanted to turn around. Neither of us are as young as we were (but he has more grey hairs than I do).
First, a brew. My compact pocket kit. Good for one hot drink.
The bits.
Went up nicely.
The result. Very nice it was too.
We met one of the local girls on the way home. She was a little hefty for my tastes.
Others were out enjoying the weather too.
And so back to the car and home. Solo was so tired I had to lift him into the boot or the car. Still, he and I have shared many a trip over the years, and he has always been an agreeable companion, so it was the least I could do for an old friend.
Thanks for watching, and special thanks to Kepis, Hugo and Rockmonkey whose regular trips reports inspired this one.
