… oh, and a mention for the chap who wanted me to skip over his mooring rope (with my two bags of shopping) because he was too lazy to tie up properly [notable benny – you’ll be surprised to learn that he removed his rope from across the towpath].

It’s all go you know, on Ingerlund’s canals.

Hairy Porter? Well, I didn’t know that he was Hairy Porter, not until he’d finished waiting for one of his many, many dogs to squeeze another one out, not until he popped his hat on and motored them all away from the scene of Shitalot*.

*Shitalot is a bit like Camelot, but without the Arthurian legend charm, and it is much easier to step into, quite ruining one’s Jimmy Choo walking boots.

To be entirely fair and even, I did see this chap bag up one lot of doggy poop – and then…