As we travelled up the Lee Navigation in August we kept encountering two men in a van at the locks. These were men on a mission. Their task: to seek and destroy all weeds growing out of the lock walls. Their weapon: a garden hoe.
I imagine this is the sort of meticulous maintenance which will fall by the wayside in a cash-strapped, abolished BW/charity/trust/whatever next.
Drought memories as Oxford is cut off by high waters
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I think we're in the longest wet weather spell I can remember. The table
at the end of this post illustrates it well. But first, the longest dry
spell ...
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