Yesterday was a day of frustrations, a day of bureaucracy, pettifogging rules and hollow men too keen to enforce them. None of the incidents are worth repeating, it would simply raise the blood pressure.
Once on the open canal the day turned for the better. The delayed descent at the Watford flight (see above) meant we moored up short of our intended destination, a leafy cutting near Bridge 6 on the Grand Union. This placed us within walking distance of the small, hillside village of Welton. At its centre the weathered stone church stands witness to everyday comings and goings as it has done for centuries.
Overlooking the road, set high on the church wall, this bitter memorial stands as a perpetual accusation, impossible to ignore. Imagine its power when first erected.
This is the way the world ends
Not with bang but a whimper.
T. S. Eliot
Overwhelmed by rules, regulations, manufactured news and disconnected administrations the real injustices of the world go unremarked and unnoticed.
This post dedicated to the lock-keeper with his little black book – the Watford flight, 27th May 2015.
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