It wasn't, not really.
Parking in the same spot, we walked in the opposite direction, away from the village and towards the junction with the river Derwent.
The first mistake was following a bridlepath used by horse-riders, with the inevitable droppings - it was absolutely buzzing with flies!
Also, I hadn't realised there was a sewage works nearby - though it didn't smell, it too was home to a lot of flies, who then decided to eat me. Probably earlier, or later, in the year, maybe even in the day, they wouldn't have been such a problem, but they were enough to make me turn round earlier than intended. The next day I counted a dozen bites down one arm, and a slightly lesser number on the other. Argh!
Turning back, and now following the canal path, things improved.
The waters looked serene and tranquil, the sunset over the marina a fiery red, but it's a spot I'll avoid till colder weather
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