Sunday, 2 November 2014



This is a poem I picked from a canal side installation at Polesworth. What a shame I had to enhance on my computer it in order to read it. (click to enlarge)  Anyway it’s legible now all about local industrial history and I think it is imaginatively written. We moored at Nuneaton for a couple of days as we met up in the town with our friends Graham and Betty for a meal together. They updated us on their activities as landlubbers and it seems that their renovation work is never ending. It was great to see them again to have a natter over lunch, but no photos taken as it was rather wet and gloomy.

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