Never were we going to fail for lack of preparation. Three weeks on the trot, 100mile round-trips to Norwich, to check out the course, the slipways and the landings were not done in vain.
The day was always going to be cold – there’s a clue in the date. So we gathered in Lynn under leaden skies, hitched up the Rewét and set off into the starting rain. In Bishopsgate, Norwich, under Bob’s wing we launched smoothly into the flooded Wensum. Inflatable seagulls prepared, and sou’wester outfits donned, the crew were ready.
Despite a little mixup with the order, the start was prompt and well organised… The crew knew what to do.
The cold and the rain had increased. The going at the start was tough. “It was hell for the first minute, but then I got used to it” said Will.
Past Carrow Road bridge, to the cheers of the arriving football fans…
The rowers were out of sight from the bank for a couple of kilometres, until they came into sight of the finish at Broadland Boat Club, downriver on The Yare. Just a quick rest and congratulations, then turn to home, at Whitlingham, to recover the boat.
Back on dry land, in the superb Whitlingham Boathouse we find out the results, and a very nice surprise – we’re not last, in fact we’ve made a very respectable time – considering it’s our first racing event and it’s still early days for us.
Onwards and upwards then…