Photothon 4: Winkwell

Instead of turning left and going to Nash Mills I turned right and ran to Winkwell, to the pretty pub by the canal.



I can remember sitting here with my neice, when she was younger. We were talking about the canal and how barges used to be pulled by horses. She thought hard and said that the water must be very shallow for the horse to be able to walk along the bottom. Perfectly logical.

In the same spirit you can see that the bridge is very low and a barge would have to be very flat to get under it.

Although it is pretty I tend not to run this way so much because the tow path is quite rocky, uneven and harder on the feet. Last year a sharp flint, shaped like an axehead, worked its way into the grooves of my trainers and punctured right through the midsole.

You see running by the canal is not all about tranquility there are hazards as well, even if they are very, very tiny hazards.