DAZED AND CONFUSED
The Gorilla. Where the Grantham canal meets its nemesis - the A1! The gradient of the lane away from the canal towards Barrowby appears slight, but is illusional. As you begin to breast the wold, what looked insignificant now makes the walker blow, or at least this walker. To be fair the guy in singlet and shorts who was running it ahead of me seemed not to slacken his pace at all. Inside the village limits a man is picking litter. As I pass I say thank you, because even if Barrowby has been a three-time winner of ‘best-kept village’, it’s a horrible, unrelenting, painting-the-Forth-bridge sort of a job. He doesn’t reply, not even a grunt. Well, he may have been deaf, or thought me sarcastic or condescending. Or I wonder, maybe he’s doing a different kind of ‘community service’, and really doesn’t want to be there at all, except it’s preferable to a few days in chokey or a large fine. All Saints’ church is locked, and as I sit on the bench to...