Dan

Not my lad Dan I hasten to add.

Wandering around the park I spied the fella here, Dan. He seemed the sort of guy who wouldn't bite my head off if I asked permission to take his photograph. I sussed correctly. There was no hiding the fact that he beamed on being asked. He asked for guidance on what to do - sit stand, hood up, hood down. I said whatever makes you comfortable. So he sat down, pulled his hood back up, and went back to fiddling with his phone.