The other week I went for a walk along the eastern end of the Regent’s Canal with my dad. I used to live down the other end of it, and I’ve pretty much walked the entire length a lot of times. It’s one of the few short canals around here, most of the others are long intercity ones.
My cousins used to live in Yarmouth (also home of the wonderfully terrible waxwork place), and we used to go on days out on a rented boat along the Broads. Opening and closing locks, and watching the water suddenly change levels is enormous fun when you’re a kid. It’s still fun as a grownup.
I’m always taking b&w photos of water reflections. Can’t get enough of them. Here’s some from Városliget in Budapest.