Rain, rain rain. We put the boat in the river in the rain. We hid in the boathouse. We got the blades out in the rain. We hid in the boathouse. We tipped the water out of the boat, legged it off to the start. Under the railway bridge our practice start, heralded by thunder and lightning was the best 10 strokes rowing we ever did all term..... We got to the start emptied the boat again. The gun went, we ambled off the start extremely casually, catz 4 closed a tiny bit, but completely unfazed in our 6th row of the bumps we showed again how we are capable of being the 6th divison head boat by destroying everyone in thegut and surrounding corners. By grassy the 4 boats behind us had bumped out and we wound down to half pressure, and an even more leisurely rating. Half way down the reach a boat appeared, and unsportsmanlike crew they were - were chasing us for the double overbump, being pursued by a 1st and 3rd boat trying to overbump them and avoid maggie. Unhurried (well stroke pair were, not sure about the rest) we gave a little burst by the railway bridge and contnued to coast home, about 2 lengths ahead of binson, saving our efforts for the 7th and final row of the week. We went for the overbump in the next race, corpus three in the distance. A measured controlled race, aiming to hit them somewhere in the reach saw us gain no ground at all - but you should have seen how much water we emptied out of that boat. Oh well, we rowed over, rowed over, rowed over, bumped, were bumped and rowed over again and again.
(Stuart)