It’s all about me

It’s all about me

I didn’t see it coming, even though all the signs were there. I guess I just wasn’t listening – or at least was only hearing the bits I wanted to. Anyway, here it is. Son on the River has given up rowing. I can, now I’ve thought about it,...
Rowing: here come the girls

Rowing: here come the girls

Last night at the club, the difference between the two sexes couldn’t have been more obvious – or could it? First up for land training was the women’s squad. No sooner were we through the door than the talking began (with kit to discuss,...