In an attempt to play as privately as possible I got on my bike in Messanges which is a surfy town in the southwest of France. I found a deserted bench near a barren petanques pitch with houses boarded up. After about 20 minutes I sensed a car stop and 3 surfy girls in their 20s asked if they could listen while they smoked. Oblivious that any other cars, though rare, couldn't get past them. Of course I played worse while they listened. Another family stopped for a while then it all seeped away to just me in the dust.
My fingers literally dried up, like a dry nervous mouth. Maybe it's a step forward.