When enthusiastically shaking out one’s “feather” duster while leaning through the boat’s side-hatch, and coincidentally doing so “at” the relatively early morning sun, and a dog walker comes past… hugging the hedgerow, putting as much distance between you and them as is humanly possible, and looking at you as though you might just be insane… there is only one thing to be done.
I did it.
I broke out into my best impression of a Native chant and continued shaking the duster.
Ho Ka Hey Wah Nah… Ho Ka Hey Wah Nah Woh… Ho Ka Hey Wah Nah… Ho Ka Hey Wah Nah Woh…
I do wonder if the dog walker will return this way or perhaps take a long diversion or maybe a taxi back home?
Well, at least I was fully-dressed, and the dog looked amused.