Me, Tom, Andy, and Andrew – from left to right.
Things started out innocently enough…
but soon we were scanning the buildings,
looking for a way in.
Dead end.
Stuck shut.
This one too.
What now?
Around the bend, we were moving quickly.So I decided to head out of the Icknield Port.
There is an island in the canal in the direction of Wolverhampton.
Roger, one of my first pasengers, told me that it used to be a kind of toll house – for entering Birmingham by canal.
Now it is a small abandoned island.
We head back into the port.
I wish you could take a picture of the sound – said Andrew.
A tour boat passed by.
And when we stopped and got out – that is when I dropped the camera into the water and lost everything from the trip before.
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