Boxing Day

I have just returned from walking the dogs to find Himself is rootling about in the bilges and Foxton Locks looking a lot like Piccadilly Circus or perhaps Oxford Street on sale days; people everywhere, dogs everywhere, new bicycles being tried out, the 'boxing day jumpers' being given their first airing, dutiful offspring walking their elderly parents - you get the picture?

The towpath sidehatch is firmly closed and I am now hiding from the multitude, comfortably seated, cup of tea to hand and my blog fix about to begin.

Winter reflections on the canal.

Typical bridge hereabouts, mellow red brick, all with names AND numbers.

Undulating Leicestershire farmland.
We have walked about seven miles today and the going underfoot was pretty good.

One more day here at Foxton and visitors tomorrow. We will have been here ten days and it is starting to feel a bit claustrophobic - Sunday we move on again.