I was boating along the Rugby straight when out the corner of my eye I saw someone give a cheerful wave. I turned to return the gesture and nigh on ended in the bushes as I was treated to the full frontal of an elderly man.
The trees weren't the only wood there that day
While I was acclimatising the ponies to the towpath, I walked them down towards Yelvertoft and there was a young man fishing. He got up to let us past and quick as a flash; the younger of the two ponies whipped the poor lad's baggy cargo pants down, revealing that he had chosen that day to do commando.
He stood there shocked, and didn't say a word, and I went blank, panicked and did what most English people do to fill conversational gaps and started talking about the weather.. namely "Bit cold today isn't it?"
Luckily, when he regained the power of speech he laughed it off and there were no ill feelings (I was going to say 'hard feelings but that might be too much inuendo)