We reached the actual lock and saw a boat was just about to go in, so I went up to join the locking crew. It was a boat that had passed us when we were moored and the woman had been particularly jaunty in her greeting. She sounded delighted to share the lock with us. It reduces the work and stops the boat being flung around and as it was hot, having less work to do was even better. We had both dressed in a long sleeved top prepared for cooler weather, and it was now hot. I had tied my hair up and rolled up my sleeves in readiness for the labour of the lock. Later Shane told me he had been confused to see a strange woman on his side of the lock and even more confused to still see a strange woman on the other side: with a new top and hairdo, he hadn’t recognised me!