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  • Saturday, November 29, 2014

    Northampton to London

    Inside a disused Oxendon railway Tunnel, which originally opened in 1859, you could barely see your hand in front of your face. At least until getting close to this pool of light on the ground halfway through the tunnel.

    This is the outside of the Oxendon Tunnel.

    This was my campsite outside Northampton. You wouldn't know it to look at it, but the area was covered in cow patties. I found a clean patch to setup my tent. After all, it was the middle of the night in a city. Prime sites like this aren't easy to find in that situation.

    This bike path south of Northampton both made me want to stop for a photo and hum the song from Pee Wee's big adventure. La la la. Hmm Hmm Hmm Hmm. La la la la la.
      
    Living in "narrowboats" on Britain's rivers has become increasingly popular. Some are permanently moored, but others never stay in the same place more than a few days.  In some areas, the narrowboats have made the river look like a floating trailer park, but others are beautifully restored with potted gardens and solar panels on top.

    Every form of minimalist lifestyle interests me.

    This was the coldest night yet. I woke with a thin layer of ice on my tent. Nonetheless, I was still warm in my sleeping bag. It does make getting up rather difficult, though.

    It was a crisp chilly morning along the river in Watford, heading toward London.