Sunday morning was a beautiful, bright day. It wasn't too hot and the wind was cooling. I hadn't a plan of where to go so I let my legs decide. They took me to the canal. Four miles down the Grand Union from Hanwell to Brentford. There's not many better runs than those where you have no idea where you want to go and let the wanderlust take over.
Lock-keeper's cottage on the Grand Union |
Down the canal I stopped to take a photo of a family of coots. They were taking a breather on a log.
Coots |
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