I was cleaning up the glue joints on my sheer strakes, when an old helper came along to supervise. He simply watched, approvingly, I presume, as he passed no scathing comments.
The joints came out just fine. A little work with a plane and the two pieces of wood just merge into one and other.
He used to drop along when I was digging the garden path and the stone circle. I guess he still associates me with upturned soil and worms.
I did manage to capture my supervisor on film....