A BIT OF GRUNGE

This canal boat is huge, a double width one, and has been moored up all week. I would love to see inside it.

My blips, unless something unusual pops up in front of me, I'm realising can be a bit too much of the same old thing. But tomorrow may be different. I am going out of my comfort zone. She who is happy to drive all over the Dales, Scotland, the Alps, nay all of France on the toll roads, has to drive into The Darkness of Bradford for a course. I will probably forget everything I am told on the course as I will be getting over the journey to, and then worrying about the journey back, to the peaceful North Yorkshire countryside.

Bradford is West Yorkshire.