The latest from The Phantom of The Locks (Ian Hutson)
No this is NOT a photo of Ian
Cheshire, Shropshire, whatever county it is that I was in. Lush, green, intensively farmed, and virtually devoid of mobile interwebnet signal! Can you believe it? There I was, sitting on a Victorian canal system, in my boat, and I could barely access the world of electronic make-believe…
Oh, there were ruddy marvellous vistas and utterly bucolic views, and even an absence of the damnable “Shroppie Shelf”, don’t misunderstand me. 😉 I mooched through the last two locks of Audlem’s fifteen and along a spot of canal to get there, but how can a chap be expected to feel plugged in to the human global buzz if he can barely see his emails and can’t upload so much as a trilogigabyte-sized photograph?
Early(ish)-morning “ton-up” activity on the Shropshire Union. You don’t get me, I’m part of the Union. I have found the Union Gap.
Escaping Audlem’s fifteen.
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