Frog, Dog and I took another walk along the Grand Western Canal yesterday. This time we explored the almost derelict northern end which should join up with the River Tone (as in ‘Taunton’)* but doesn’t quite.
All water has a magic to it, but canals particularly so because the water is still. We saw few people yesterday and no boats and there wasn't a sound to be heard. When we got back to the car, I felt as if I'd been in another world.
(Sorry about the quality of the pics - I think the dial on top had jiggled itself round to the wrong place.)
Leaves on the surface of the water,
looking like a Japanese (?) painting:
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Disused lime kilns:
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Tunnel entrance: This is weed growing under the water from the bed of the canal, but because the water is so clear it looks as if it's growing above the water:  |
*I’ve just looked up the derivation of ‘Tone’ and apparently it’s a Celtic word meaning ‘fire’, ie ‘sparkling’, an incentive - if we needed one - to take another walk in the area and follow the dried-up canal-bed as far as the river
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