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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…