We have just returned from a weekend from Angleterre Profonde-from Robin Hood country-Nottingham to be precise. For a place once on the list of Crap Towns it is actually a surprising place, and if not as stimulating as Hutton or Paxton has some unique sights: the canal which runs through the centre of town has a weird craft,permanently moored, which is covered in almost voodoo like ornaments-including an image of the future Prime Minister, and, I am sure no connection intended-Desperate Dan(Click on images for full horror effect) And just beyond the canal boat, overlooking the water there is a house with the figure of a strange woman-Maid Marion perhaps in the garden (again needs magnification)-and a mysterious face peering out of the top right hand window.

On the way back I suddenly had a strange feeling that I was on the Fishwick Bypass- a glimpse of the future tense-the overhead gantry said 'Beware Animals on Road'- and we had to slow down to a snail like 50mph-could these be Farmer C's famous Beef cattle or Farmer N's pigs? But no, we were in reality on the M1 and even after 7 miles of warnings no animals to be seen.

And going south, on the M1, almost stuck in heavy traffic, the wife remarked that she had seen nothing like it since trying to fight our way down the congested road to Tweedhill Fisheries past the splendid mansions of Sunningdale on Tweed. Posh Close some one has suggested they be called. Congested as Fishwick? The wife exaggerates a little.

It was nothing like as bad.  ¶ 5:29 PM