After a full day of driving we reach Greenford and are lulled into a false sense of security with the lush leafy canal. We moor up near a jolly looking pub called the 'The blackhorse' and fill up with water. According to the map there is a central line tube station 15 mins away. Perfect - connected to a legit tube that could get us all the way to work but with wholesome countryside vibes -What more could we want? Well not quite. When we go to explore we find ourselves in a grim post apocalyptic landscape riddled with industrial estates and angry looking characters bopping about. The walk to and from the station was a catwalk of the best of these aspects and i suppose it didn't help that it literally rained every single day that we were there. There was an overwhelming feeling of hopelessness in the air and not a decent food shop or restaurant in sight. Despite this, the canal was beautiful and we stayed for the full 2 weeks, popping into the blackhorse for the odd pint and lapping up the bleakness in the knowledge that it would be short lived. We learned to almost enjoy the suburbia but when the feckless fortnight was over we gladly moved on with no love lost.
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