Once under the bridge, I spun round and reversed through again. I got confused looks from the boaters I passed for the second time, but once I mentioned painting they understood. I got back to our mooring spot without incident, though Clare had again stopped to chat. As I got off with the rope, a woman asked if she could step on while her boyfriend took a photo. I was very happy to oblige, but asked her if I could first tie the rope to the ring she was standing on. By the time we’d finished painting, Bartimaeus was looking less photogenic. We hope to remedy that tomorrow.