The fresh paint all over meant extra care was needed getting on and off the boat, placing fenders and pulling ropes. Last time we had not been moving the boat around much. Shane had offered to do ropes after I had cut my finger but it wasn’t a problem. As the time came to get through the tunnel, I was casting off and heading to remove the fender, when I slid and I saw I had stood in dog muck ( arrgh!). Just as I was hastily wiping my shoe, Shane, unaware, called for me to push the front off and jump on, as he was ready to go. Grasping the right bit of paintwork and pushing off and jump aboard avoiding stepping on tacky paint and weilding the rope clear rope and not getting the dirty shoe on anything…. I think I managed and slipped off the offending shoe to clear the treads using dry oak leaves that had made their way in the bow well, – handy – Then all went dark – unhandy – as we started into the tunnel. I took them both off, stepped inside and changed shoes.