March 1, 2016:
A man stood on his dropping barge, between clamps of turf.
On the towpath by the lock a slacktethered horse.
Water rushed roaring through the sluices.
Always someone turns up you never dreamt of.
A man stood on his dropping barge, between clamps of turf.
On the towpath by the lock a slacktethered horse.
Water rushed roaring through the sluices.
Always someone turns up you never dreamt of.