Friday’s Row: 1.5 to 2.0 on the Hooley Scale.

Thanks to Richard A, the Barton Bard, for the titled report which might equally well be called “A Tale of Two Outings.” It was good to see the next crew waiting to take over Bluejacket for a second outing of the day. A busy time on the water! See the pictures below of Adrian, Anta, Robin, Rosemary and new Crabber Neil Lawrence heading off into the distance. Welcome, Neil.

“Barry, David, Iain, Richard and Humphrey set out from Barton Turf with the wind blowing a hooley. It was decided to head up the Ant to avoid the worst of the gusts. David “The Broads Strokeman” expertly set our pace against a stiffening wind; at times we felt the blades acting as brakes. Oh to be able to feather.

Arriving at Wayford Bridge, we were fortified by not just chocolate digestives, but extremely dark chocolate digestives supplied by our AR and Editor in Chief. This must have stimulated the discussion process as we covered the subjects of hiding Range Rovers, pheasant plucking and Amanda Holden’s house. It was a fast row back to base as it was downhill and wind assisted. Bluejacket was tied up ready for the next crew, pictures taken, and pleasantries exchanged.” 

 ‘We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.’

(The Tempest, Act 4, Scene 1)