Sunday, 8 June 2008
Bowling is a inept name for a seriously good 'end'
the cross-linking waterway that must have held such prominence and aura all
those years ago into the 1800's - early 1900s.
On a great evening, there is the magic of the reflection to reflect
on......!!
A wonderful pocket that is far below it's heyday; thankfully I am close to
it and run above it often. I would love to know it's hustle and bustle
history. Call me a sentimental old fool - I'm happy to be known as such.
Kind regards, Denis.
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