Nor had I expected there to be so many people. Studland is a very popular place.It might have been that I was there on the wrong day, or at the wrong...part of the beach or that I was getting my leg pulled but it certainly didn't seem like the place for dogging.I thought about it and decided that this was not a happening place, but once again it came up in conversation and I decided to give it another go.This time it was late morning, mid week. I wandered along the beach and passed the warning. Several more crossings had cleared all the prospectivepassengers back to the Woodbridge side of the river. I had cleaned up theboat and ensured that it was properly moored against a rising tide andthen gone to see the owner for my day's pay. Not very much, but it wasthe fun of doing it as much as anything else so I was happy with someextra pocket money while the owner was happy with having Sundays off!I had collected my bike and started wheeling it down the narrow alleyaway from the wharf-side. "What were you thinking about when you were kneading the dough?"Rachel thought for a moment, before getting the point. She smiled. "Not much of anything, really." Exactly." How very Zen of you," she observed with amusement.Henry laughed. "No, not nearly so esoteric, believe me, just practical. Gives me something to do other than lay there and worry." He glanced over at the digital display on the microwave and then peeked under the damp cloths. "And, besides, you were looking pretty stressed. " What is your problem?" I asked as the door opened on our floor."I just told you," Jane countered. "The only thing you could do with this video is to try to confuse the jury." Which is the defense attorney's right," I shot back. "I think the judge will agree with me." Look, Ben," Jane said, "if you do manage to get a subpoena from Castille, I'll appeal and win. It is a waste of time – time neither of us have." Then just give me the damned thing," I said."It's not going to happen without a.