I don’t think I’ve hated anywhere in England more than Bradford on Avon.
It’s snotty, fascist, ‘Little England-esque’, chocolate box nimbyism got me feeling the place would be better off bombed.
Never wish to go there again.
I’ve been to places all over the UK. All over Europe. Been to 55 countries. All across the world.
I’d rather hang out in Salford than here.
Wigan.
All better.
Horrible.
Anyway, on with the journey.
Bonny End
I made my way down from Seend locks to Hilperton, in the hope of lodging at the marina for a short time, whilst I complete the rest of my John O’Groats to Lands End journey.
The journey itself, if you subtract the time taken for getting up to John O’Groats is 36 Days.
That’s why I’ve changed the day back to 36. Continue reading “Day 50 – Seend Park to Bradford on Avon”