Lost by most of the reach
By virtue of being one of only two people to make it to the startline in this event (and I nearly missed this by being late, Mr Kenyon was sculling back past the P&E when he nearly crashed into me, and then worked out who I was and turned round), I lined up for the final of the Fairbairn sculls against, once again, someone much taller than me in a rather shinier boat.
Just as we were about to set off, Thomas splashed his way towards us along the mudbath of the towpath. Without his guidance, I would almost certainly have ploughed into the two Cam Conservancy boats who were meandering downstream around Grassy on the wrong side of the river, so many thanks for braving the weather, Thomas!
I was reasonably happy with my sculling, most of the practice for which had come while coaching; sitting up into the catch a little more and rolling out a little more length would afforded some more speed, but it was fairly irrelevant. At the Plough Thomas called it as 10s down, and at the exit of Ditton the margin was "large", so I took it down to a paddle to try to recover for the pairs races a short hour in the future.
Racing 2k on the Cam for the first time since Freshman sculls was useful experience, and my intention is to actually train next year and have a more serious shot at this. Whether said intention will last the winter is less clear...