Graham is nervous.
As Tam watches on gently, Grahame is nervous, staring intently thirty metres or so down the deck of a mid-sized Dutch Barge and oblivious to my presence as he manouvres into a river lock for the first time. The feeling is something akin to driving one's boss's Mercedes into a garage that is only big enough to fit the car if the rear view mirrors are folded flat. Kiwis are made of stern stuff though, and he got there without a scrape, by the end of the first day.
Grahame has done been many things; electrician, builder, shoe designer, forklift maintenance guy, and now: Barge Captain.