This latest post by my favourite Salty Old Sea Dog, Ian Hutson, takes us on a photo tour of a bridge spanning a canal he must navigate – quite entertaining!
Bridge 102, Shropshire Union Canal (right way up)
“On foot” is such a peculiar phrase. I rarely restrict myself to just using the one to get about. I know that two is probably an indulgence but, well, whenever I’ve tried hopping folk tell me that I just bring to mind an elderly kangaroo that has just stepped on a Lego brick, and that’s no good to anybody, is it?
Talking of any body, my magnificent body – and I know that you won’t believe this – is actually made up from spare parts that my parents found or bought. My legs, for instance, are an almost-matched set from a house-clearance auction in Mablethorpe, the left one apparently the kind legacy to the late home-owner of a steeplechase jockey who snuffed it in a bar-brawl in the early fifties, and the right leg an unused spare that was carried around…
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