Back to the countryside
This morning we bid farewell to leafy Edgbaston, and continued through less salubrious suburbs. The graffiti was back to the I’m going to write my name in big pretty letters school… … apart from one nice thumbs up on one of the bridges. A hairpin left turn brought us onto the Stratford Canal, and we are now on a section of waterway that we went through in the same direction earlier in the summer. There are only so may ways…