I moored up not far from Blue Ocean Marine. With the boat secure I took Molly the Wonder Dog for a walk along the litter strewn towpath. With plastic bag in hand I set about clearing the path. I had a strange conversation with a woman walking her dog.
“That’s very public spirited of you,” she said.
“Yes I suppose it could be construed as that,” I said as I put yet another dog poo bag in the bin liner.
“Some of the mess the boaters leave lying around you wouldn’t believe.”
“Ah! says I, “but I am a boater.”
Now between you and me, I thought she was going to choke to death, but alas she didn’t. She mumbled that I must be one of the better ones and toddled off as fast as her little legs could carry her.