Down the lock

It feels the least ‘Boxing Day-like’ of any Boxing Day but it was still pleasant to go for a walk around Tyrley Locks.

Apparently when my sister and I were kids we used to like coming here as the house on the furthest left was an ice cream parlour. This time, needing to make inroads to the Christmas chocolate, I was perfectly happy to pull a Crunchie from my pocket and eat it on the muddy canal towpath.