Union Canal
Feb. 1st, 2009 04:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rhythmaningI went for a walk along the Union Canal – the second time in a week (and, actually, the second time ever). The first time, I hadn’t taken my camera with me, so when last Wednesday turned out to be a beautiful, cold, sunny winter’s day, I decided to retrace my steps.
Along much of the canal was a thin crust of ice; in some places – out towards the west - it was much thicker. The towpath was frosty and slippery.
There was a coxed women’s four practicing on the water, an unlikely ice-breaker: as their oars pushed through the ice on each side, the bow rode over and through the ice ahead. They left a path of broken ice on each side of a channel of clear water created by the body of their boat.
There were few birds on the canal; they had probably flown to the open, flowing stream of the Water of Leith.
And a ship called Dignity…
Along much of the canal was a thin crust of ice; in some places – out towards the west - it was much thicker. The towpath was frosty and slippery.
There was a coxed women’s four practicing on the water, an unlikely ice-breaker: as their oars pushed through the ice on each side, the bow rode over and through the ice ahead. They left a path of broken ice on each side of a channel of clear water created by the body of their boat.
There were few birds on the canal; they had probably flown to the open, flowing stream of the Water of Leith.
And a ship called Dignity…
