Once or twice a day we were roused from our discussions, siestas or daydreams as a new (!) lock came into view. Everyone to battle-stations, the Captain (responsible for any damage) eyeing nervously the few inches that separated us from the walls and mechanisms and water frothing in or out or round.  Dave Armstrong at the helm and Jane Pearson sitting around.

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