Brandon is a small town full of flint buildings, the local building material. I found only two charity shops, but there is a junk shop, Allsorts, crammed from floor to ceiling with anything and everything. There being not enough room inside it spills out onto the pavement.
If you are looking for a zimmer frame or a garden fork or a black-and-white television or a peg bag complete with pegs or a toaster or a rug or a mirror or a weather vane … this might be the place to come to.
One building not obviously of flint is rather striking. I like it.
Back at the boat the water here, just downstream of the weir by Brandon Lock, is very clear and teeming with fish.
Being close to Lakenheath and Mildenhall there is no shortage of military aircraft, most seeming to be fast jets. This monster, though, was going so slowly that I managed to get a photo.
Tomorrow we will wind and return to the Great Ouse.
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