Perhaps in denial that we had been bumped the day before, or maybe distracted by something/someone in the boat in front, Ellie started the day trying to marshall in the wrong position. Or maybe it was just really bad parking; we'll never know.

The race started actually rather well. Homerton got a frankly absurd early whistle despite having hardly closed on us at all at that point. Maybe due to that, or perhaps because some of the crew have direct experience of what it's like to be smashed by homerton, a panic set in as they got closer. Race over. (Pete)