He was right, he was BRUCE

There I was this morning, sporting the very latest in really silly winter hats, as I clambered out through the winter tat that accumulates in Caxton's well deck after I had finally managed to undo the cap to the water tank, when a gentleman apears at the bow -
'Hello Lesley, I'm Bruce' 
And he was right, he was Bruce.

Bruce of NB Sanity, a fellow blogger. Here is the proof - Joe and Bruce pose for some idiot in a tea cosy.  Lovely to meet at last!!