That bag of rubbish there in the pic was collected from the hedgerow and around the bridge. As I walked back to the boat the boat in font on the tow path side passed by me. He stopped and moored where you see him. As he was mooring up I threw my bag on the roof and cast off. The chap in front rapidly cast off and stayed in front of me for the next few miles. Why he did this I do not know. Stalker? Assassin? Fan? Then he stopped somewhere else!