A dead black and white puppy is sharing the water with the Tesco’s bags, plastic bottles, empty cider cans and myriads of unidentifiable rubbish. The bottom of the boat scrapes on debris hidden under murky water. The derelict canal side buildings are daubed with graffiti. On another day I might have been interested in all the old industrial architecture but on a day of cold relentless rain I just find the journey into Birmingham depressing.
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