Kingfishers, swans, moorhens, midges and…a pug

I am on a late night canoe trip on the river Dart. We have seen an abundance of all the above. It is 1955hrs. We have just run our Canadian style canoes onto a bank, disembarked and our leader has lit a fire and is making our burgers. There is the murmur of voices from the waiting diners. The crackle of the BBQ. Chirrup of occasional birds. OFT does not know we are here and may be wondering where we are. Ha bloody ha! He is excluded from our trip and from all fun organised by me, henceforth .