We are the champions……or are we?

Richard A maintains the steady stream of reports concerning the competition for The Robin Combe Trophy. Note the apt quotations from ”Twelfth Night” and ”Julius Caesar.” Many thanks, Richard.

“Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and others have greatness thrust upon them.”

Weather forecast, rain and gusts up to 30km per hour! The crew: Adrian, Superstroke; Roland, Midship Engine; Humphrey, Captain Timekeeper; Duncan, The Bowman; Richard, The Cox.
We set off from Cox’s in sunshine and enjoyed glassy water and a little breeze. In fact, it was warm enough for some to consider stripping off, but not warm enough to strip down to mankinis.
It was a pleasant run up to thingy bridge passing the old boot tree. There was little talk en route as the crew had focused on their technique and would benefit from their previous day’s abstaining and high carb diet.
Team talk at the start point set the crew up for the run. We set off on the run. Stroke rate increasing, bow wave erupting,  laser focus in place and we were off. 7 minutes at the one third distance. 10 minutes at Amanda’s bolt hole. 14 minutes at the confluence of the Ants. We were motoring despite the weather conditions changing. We did encounter some headwinds BUT we crossed the line in 20mins 31 seconds. Strava time posted and ratified by the Captain of Rowing.

Well done crew. What next? Could there be a Blakeney Challenge? “Beware the Ides of March.”