The Club's Results

This wasn't bad at all. Some joker put me at stroke so I retaliated by forgetting to wind when Emma said 'go' and then taking an air stroke, but after that things settled onto a reasonable rhythm at rate 30 (as ordered by Dewire, of whom I'm still far too scared to even consider disobeying). We experienced a blow-up around Ditton (and apparently an earlier one on the Reach, although I didn't notice that so it was probably me) but lifted for the finish and heroically held off the chasing crew, the gender of which shall remain unidentified.

Most important conclusion: my forearms were in a right mess after the day's first race (with Crokers) and absolutely fine after this one (with Ultralights). If my crew gets Crokers next year I'm stealing the Ultralight spare. (Neil T)