This is Bulls bridge and the start of the 12 miles lock free journey into London.
The rubbish just here is bad. never have I seen so much in this area.
All the way along are these little monuments of rubbish. Pulled from boat`s propellers and left as memorials to the lazy b!*;*!s who are to thick to realise these will by wind or some one's boot end up back in the canal and on a propeller again.
Our first load from the prop.
The floating muck is still with us.
This is the second of four lots.
Eventually about 4 miles out of London the rubbish disappeared and we arrived to a basin that had a choice of three moorings. About a week here in the big city and Mrs Biggs is a happy girl so you can rely on a few good blog posts.