pokingly

[…] the 1975 InterCity poster consisting simply of a Page Three girl, wearing a shirt and a hat and nothing else, bra-less (and this is clamantly, pokingly evident) […]

We arose when the first streak of grey light appeared in the east, and, without stopping to prepare our breakfast, we resumed our toilsome march. The poor starved and thirsty mules plodded pokingly along, in rather a doleful plight.