I’m a pretty law-abiding person by nature, and throughout the pandemic I’ve gone along with the restrictions with as much patience and good humour as I can muster. Sure, it’s been frustrating at times, especially living on the border where we have to grapple with dual and often conflicting restrictions (not to mention being…
Read MoreThe more observant amongst you will have noticed that things have been a bit quiet lately over at Girl on the River. It’s not that I’ve abandoned my lovely readers; it’s just that I’ve been a bit busy with other stuff. Now, obviously rowing is important. Very important. And rarely more so than at the…
Read MoreI should have known better, really. My fitness was building up nicely, my technique was improving in leaps and bounds and I was all set for the Vets’ Fours Head next month (in a novice coxed quad – nice). I’d even managed a six mile run with a killer two-mile hill at the end of…
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“Imagine what life would be like without rowing”, said Son on the Run a few weeks ago. At the time I couldn’t think of anything other than vast expanses of empty, meaningless time. It was a parallel universe I couldn’t even begin to contemplate. Now, as it turns out, I’ve been forced (by a series…
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