I spent a week sailing on the the Norfolk Broads in my GP14 camping on the bank at night. One early morning about 6am I was forced out of my tent because of the heat of the sun, at that time of the morning!!!. I was camped at Thurnmouth at the junction with the Bure. I needed to go to the bog so took my bucket and toilet roll along the bank a short way and sat down on it with pants down on the bank between two bushes facing the river. It was lovely and peacful at the time in the morning, birds twittering, fish jumping until suddenly around a bend right in front of me came a big cruiser going dead slow, why I didn't hear it, with folk sunbathing on the cabin top. I couldn't do anything it was too sudden. I couldn't do anything but just sit there like I was asleep accompanied by my bog roll alongside. I did hear em laughing.