Berthed at the end of the pontoon, he sits on the bow and watches the world go by.
On rainy days, he can stay inside, but still see what is going on and enjoy the surroundings of a marina or relax along the river banks and canals.
Miles of waterways to explore, time is immaterial, and he can work to his own schedule.
His boat is kitted out for one, with the comforts of home such as a wet room, kitchen, and seating area with a neat little bookshelf built into the side of a cupboard, upon which sits a small TV and a mini hi-fi.
His bed is cunningly laid out under a fold down work surface, neatly tucked out of the way but without the need for it to be made up every time he wishes to retire for the night.
On chilly evenings, he can sit inside or out, wrapped in a blanket or heavy sweater, enjoying the silence save for the wildlife that flurry around him as he watches the sun set.
A gentle man, softly spoken, kind and generous, he has no ties or family.
No-one to complicate things, or tell him what to do, where to go or when.
A man totally at peace with the world, his surroundings and his life.
A nomad of the water.