By this time it is clear the sun is not going to leave me alone despite the sweeping corners of the canal, I cannot shake it's glare and it remains in front of me.

On a couple of occassions I cannot see more than three meters in front of me. On a previous occassion this resulted in me nearly running over a fisherman on the canal bank and lesson learned I raise a hand off the handle bars to shelter my eyes hoping I do not hit a pot hole that throws me off balance either in the canal or into the bush.

The cover of the trees provides a welcome break at least for a short time and has the side effect of highlighting the beauty of the canal, which reminds me why I cycle the canal path.

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