Yes, it's yours truly doing something that looks truly unreal and indescribable, well it should be ! This was the "water supply" at our most indifferent mooring location at Bethune, supposedly upgraded. Heaven knows what it was like before! The lovely town made up for it, but I was determined to get some water, using the myriad of adaptors I'd bought and brought. There was a hose here, it seemed to contain all he sedimentary substances of a marsh at one end, and a complete ants nest at the other, plus the minor matter that it didn't even reach the bank, by several metres! Add to that the fitment used, which was a wierd bayonet fitment in galvanised or zinc moulding, so I had to use a hose nozzle, rammed into the rubber seal, with all my might because water pressure was very high! Nik had a go, and accidentally moved the valve pointing back towards where she was sitting, and I compounded the problem by trying to shut it off, but went the wrong way. Nasty! Don't try this, unless you are very, very thirsty. Needless to say, we found a proper tap about a mile later! Gosh, too much, a pic of the upgraded mooring for the record:
We had these and double ones, going past when we were moored on the main canal, which we had to quite a bit. The sucked the boat about long before arriving, and buffet you long after they've gone.
Next entry will be much cleaner.