Talking of locks reminds me of an accident George and I very nearly had one summer's morning at Hampton Court. It was a glorious day, and the lock was crowded; and, as is a common practice up the river, a speculative photographer was taking a picture of us  all as we lay upon the rising waters. 1. (i) How does George react on seeing the photographer?   2. (ii) What does the author do when he realises that there is a photographer present?   3. (iii) How does the author react when he hears someone shout, 'Hi! look at your nose'?   4. (iv) Whose nose is actually being referred to? What is the real problem? How do George and the author rectify the problem?   5. (v) Describe the photograph that is ultimately taken.