Wednesday, September 30th 2020 – Unusually of late, I was working over, and came home in the dark, but also it was raining steadily, which felt almost alien to me as it has been such a dry autumn really.
The towpaths weren’t yet swamped and riding them wasn’t too bad as I paused at Catshill Junction to text home.
This view has changed a lot in the last few years – I remember a second tower block here, where the new apartments are now, and life never felt so close at night – but it’s still a lovely spot for a breather.
Not a soul around, only the sound of a TV in one of the dwellings, the cough and tobacco scent of a nearby garden smoker and the rain rattling musically on the surface of the canal.
Wet rides can be really enjoyable if it’s not to cold, not too windy and you’ve decent waterproofs.
This journal is also on WordPress, where the pictures are in higher resolution and the search box works! Click here.
from Tumblr https://ift.tt/3cMHQwK