The Lancaster Canal has been my walking companion this week. Still. Glass like. Cooling and soothing during this rash of hot summer days. The North West has been roasting. This evening. Rain.

Tow path travelers bring colour and texture to the grey ribbon. Some interact most don’t. Cyclists ring their bells in warning and we walkers make way for runners. There is courtesy here which brings a sense of community.

There is something so utterly compelling about canals. I’ve been drawn to them since early days ‘up North’ in the 60’s. Thank goodness people of vision started to save them from extinction back then.

One more walk tomorrow early and then a return to Throssel.