Because it's there

It might only be a couple of miles long but it didn't seem right to pass the Welford Arm by without a visit so we headed off down there - followed by a line of Canaltime hire boats who were perhaps attracted by the prospect of a pub at the end of the line. Through the single lock that guarded its terminus from the outside world, we spun round, moored and headed for the little village to buy a Saturday paper. We found ourselves in 'Welford Pocket Park' click, a delightful and carefully contrived little park of ponds, shrubs and decked areas all managed by the locals.