That evening after we had moored up and gone for a walk, we saw a man holding his boat on a rope. In Brazilian style, Shane anticipated that this man looked experienced but yet seemed to be at a bit stuck as to what to do next, and so asked if we could help him by holding his rope and he was very pleased to get the offer. I held his rope. He explained he had just picked the boat up that day so he didn’t really know where all his tools were and they weren’t where he would find them handy. He got himself sorted and chatted away. Another really friendly chap. We talked about mooring in quiet spots and Shane quipped that he could hear a combine harvester, but hopefully that would not disturb us. That led to the man explaining that his job had been managing in a company that sold combine harvesters, and one of the branches had been in Edinburgh. He was another very friendly chap. He warned us his dog was not friendly, having been an outside working farm dog, not a pampered pooch, she was not used to petting. He waved to us each time he passed our window.