Having spent almost a week in the intimate green of the Sambre, the return through Charleroi did not fail to come as something of a shock.
The change does not happen slowly. The forest simply ends and crushing plants begin. From there it’s downhill all the way, or half the way at least both figuratively and metaphorically. Two locks down and we were in the midst of that delightful industrial wasteland, three locks up and we were on a much wider waterway transitioning ever so slowly into rural landscape once again.
We would like to stop near Charleroi and explore it properly one day, but this time we had places to go, things to do, people to see, and the thought of a shady place to sit at day's end drove us ever onward with nary a sideways glance.
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