From Bath we rejoined the Kennet and Avon Canal, ambling along an engineering feat that boasts over 200 years of history. The canal is flat and straight, yet in all its predictability lie hidden treasures that show themselves to those who foot; a swan's beak skims the water's surface, a pike stirs.
After passing through Bradford on Avon, we arrived at Sells Green campsite with weary legs and shoulders. A gentleman in a striped dressing gown, blue Crocs and a wash bag in hand strolled passed us as we settled down to cook. His wife, presumably followed in almost identical attire. It was a stark reminder of campsite etiquette.
Our first camp meal - day two
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