Brenda unwisely accepted an invitation to join me on a trip to Swinton, where we found less than expected. I shall return; alone.
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On my return, I nearly lost my hat in the wind, but was able to glimpse what remains of Waddington's Boat Yard.
Swinton Lock was only glimpsed in the distance.
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There's little relief from dereliction in Swinton.
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