The last stretch of the Staffs and Worcester is a little whimsical, or at least the people who live along it are. One family contents themselves with a beautifully manicured garden, with only a dolls’ house on a plinth add a soupçon of non sequitur.

Another has a belligerently lavender shed and a green faced pirate leering over the fence.

What, you ask is the pirate leering at? Why, this lady just across the canal from him.

Nearby a delightfully home made train is ready to take the garden gnomes to Terrapin Station.

Look closely, the front of the engine is a dustbin lid, and the funnel is made of flower pots. Perhaps some strange cargo cult that has created this decoy in an attempt to attract main line train service to Acton Trussel.

The boats here are whimsical too. This one has a lovely garden, crawling off the roof of the boat and down the sides.

This one tells of the end of a relationship.

I haven’t been able to translate this one. Any Tolkien nerds want to help out?


This one has the answer to life, the universe, and everything.

Works for me.