A couple of years ago we moored up near the football ground at St Andrews, an got into a debacle with some local lads who, at one point, we were sure had hidden something in our gas locker when they boarded the front of the boat. Anyhow, we became spooked and decided to move on at about 7pm. We hammered it down towards Star City, followed all the way, on the towpath, by some other, slightly older lads, who we took to be associates. When we got to SC, at dusk, we had to breast up as the moorings were full, but we were so glad to be behind that locked gate. Needless to say we stripped out all of the front lockers, but nothing suspect was found,