The little path to the canal

It tends to look attractive at this time of year. Unfortunately the adjacent woods are often used as a dumping ground. I notice that it has recently been cleared up, aside from a supermarket trolly, (A cart, if you are viewing from Albuquerqueshire.) There is a kind of den in the middle of the wood where bad boys and girls congregate at lunchtimes.
   Today the local shop had the best excuse ever for not being able to handle my parcel. "We're not a Post Office anymore."