Except we have moved up to Bishops Meadow lock in anticipation of getting the all clear on the Rivers Soar & Trent around lunchtime..except we didn't.....everything is still in the red. Met fellow blogger Trevor & his Border Collie, Bill off NB Beau, whilst hovering around the lock & scratching our heads.
This little patch of new territory (all that is available to us currently) once again highlights the incongruity of Leicestershire. Fabulous rolling, open countryside of pastures & woodlands, picturesque villages, beautiful architecture in the towns and fantastically well marked footpaths with well maintained gates and styles (just follow the yellow posts). This one is just below here and a new copsed area has been planted either side of a paved walk. Wonderful!
Then, in between the two, is this!
And opposite (photo withheld in deference to the squeamish) is a piece of grass containing a BW sign and a water point. I am not exaggerting when I say that it is not possible to put my size 5's down on that piece of grass without standing in dog shit. When I was 19 I went off to Paris as a very excited teenager to see what was reputed to be one of the most romantic cities in the world - I came back from the city of dog shit very disillusioned. Sadly my memories of Leicestershire (North of central Leicester anyway) will be the same: memories of rubbish & dog shit-what a shame. Stratford canal has poo bins & free poo bags at every lock & footpath intersection - no problem there.
Not that these two mind, not a care in the world!