When lock wheeling for Alan Fincher of this parish on my way to the ill fated National at Cassiobury I was somewhat confused by activity on the far side of an up coming bridge (can't remember which one because I am a senile old fool and I am not A Fincher either). On approaching the bridge I came across a very large floating bungalow complete with a box hedge on the roof. As I approached the mahogany stained steerer complete with medallion he said " I fink(sic) it's out of order building bridges so that I can't get my boat through". I gave him "words of advice", this being before I knew what P*** would have said.