We've cooked our cheap chicken, bought with a fight from the indoor market on Saturday. I've never been shouted at by a butcher before for not buying his meat. It was a real eye opener. I didn't understand why customers for each meat stand were congregating at one end of each counter, until the butcher stall holder started bellowing "LISTEN! £10 FOR THIS TRAY". It slowly dawned on us that as it was 4pm on a Saturday, the butchers were selling their stock off cheaply. Talk about country bumpkins in the city! We stood our ground and said meekly "but we only want £5 worth, very sorry but we havent got the room for all that chicken". Loud Butcher shouted at us some more, but then gave us half a tray worth, for £5. We then ran away, leaving the masses glued to the display cabinets of the meat counters, ready to pounce on their bargains. That's our city visiting done for another year!
The debris/litter from the Great Birmingham Run the day before was still in evidence, despite the litter pickers from Brindley Place. We encountered a few silver 'blankets' in the canal and lots of discarded plastic water bottles. Shame about the competitors making such a mess around the place - after running for such noble causes. Brindley Place was quite a different scene this Monday morning - all black suits and briefcases - rather than the lycra clad mobs of yesterday.
New Aqueduct and new overpass - though the grafitti artists have found a lovely new surface to deface....
Onto the Stratford on Avon Canal, and past that strange place that is Dickens Heath. A huge conglomeration of flats and houses in the middle of nowhere!
We've caught up with NB Matilta Rose, strangely enough at the Blue Bell Cider House, and we may or may not be moving on tomorrow - depending on the weather.