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Au moins 500 journalistes ont été réduits au silence par Bolloré après leur licenciement du groupe par des clauses de confidentialité qui leur interdisent de parler de leur ancienne société. Seuls deux d'entre eux osent briser le silence, dont Jean-Baptiste Rivoire, ex-rédacteur en chef adjoint de Spécial investigation, sur Canal + et l'un de mes patrons. Courageux. telerama.fr/debats-reportages/

Télérama · Comment le groupe Bolloré réduit ses anciens journalistes au silence, révèle Reporters sans frontièresBy Richard Sénéjoux
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Yesterday's fallow canal section was a 10-minute walk. Half already has the water restored. The weir (in the previous post) is in good shape because volunteers worked on it. The dry canal bed still looks bad. See the photo ALT text.

What's involved to undo a 1950s decision to stop maintaining a canal, sell off adjacent land, fill it in, and build roads on it? You can read about the challenges on the work-crew blog:
lhcrt.org.uk/category/blogs/

1700s canal engineers tried various weir designs. This one's circular. Excess water flowed down the channel and over the perfectly horizontal ring of bricks, to drain away.

Sadly, this is part of an orphaned section of canal that is now fallow.
Happily, there's a group of Lichfield volunteers rebuilding this canal and its locks, to reconnect it to the Birmingham Canal Network. It'll take years because two roads were built across the land.

Today was a great day for indulging in a bit of gongoozling at the Applecross Basin on Forth and Clyde Canal in Glasgow. If you don't know already, gongoozling is the act of watching the activity on a canal, but without getting involved. It's thought to have originated from the Lincolnshire words Gawn and Gooze, both of which mean to stare, and one who gongoozles is a gongoozler.

The canal's iced over. Almost got frostbite, walking back. The embers of this morning's fire kept the boat at +4°C (39°F) inside.

I waxed a log with candle stubs to help it ignite, then re-lit the stove. In 90 minutes I'll take off my coat and mittens.

I put my sleeping gear—2 layers, bottoms and tops with hoods—near the stove, so I won't have to change into iced garments for bed, later.

While I was away, the wind ground my (electric) shoreline between the dock and the hardened bank, fraying the wires and shorting out the entire dock.

My neighbours unplugged my boat, leaving it without minimal heating while the weather went below zero. 😵

Tomorrow I'll detach the plug, cut off 2 meters of cord to remove the frayed wires, and then reattach the plug. Three minutes, easy fix.

Thanks for nothing, neighbours.