Now the Gorse Fox should explain - he is one of those people who dreams (and remembers fragments thereof) most nights. There are some mornings when the residual images from the dream take a while to disperse and he sits and asks himself "Que?"
Last night he was struggling to get across a large lake, accompanied by a dog, in a flotilla of shoes. Yes shoes! He tried several of them and by the middle of the lake had plumped for a large motorised tennis shoe with a padded ankle collar. This proved to be the fastest and most comfortable vessel.
Losing it !