the sunshine along a surprisingly muddy towpath to Market Drayton,
home of ginger bread, for breakfast.
It was a bit of a walk from the canal into town where I find, rather
disappointingly, that Market Drayton is not home to ginger bread men.
So I stock up with supplies from Netto supermarket and head back to
the canalside to eat out of cans. Beans and sausage followed by peach
slices. Yum yum.
The lady at the Netto checkout was a Wolves supporter and I am
definitely hearing vaguely Brummie accents so I reckon I must be well
into the Midlands. Roll on the South West.
Gotta run. More later.
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