Three locks in Camden then moored up outside the outdoor market. Wandered round the shops and took some grub from one of the food stalls back to the boat. I’d just sat down to eat and the boat started rocking violently. Half a dozen kids were jumping up and down on one side of the boat.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“Trying to sink your boat.”
“Oh er right. Well it won’t work. Don’t do that again.”
I don’t know what confused me more, the confession or the apology. Five minutes later one of the kids jumped from a low bridge onto the roof of a moored narrowboat. Then realised he couldn’t climb back up again and stood there stupidly asking his mates what to do. Did I laugh?