He was standing stockstill on the cabin of a motorboat.
All he needed was a braided sailor cap. And maybe a pipe.
It wouldn't have surprised me if he'd consulted a tide table and chugged away.
I walked on, wondering if a slow stroll on a cold day cancels out a large slice of Petersham Nurseries' cake.
Of course, I'd already had the cake.
Carpe dulcem? (Or something like that.)
That's Latin for , "It would be tragic if they'd sold out before I'd got there."