Fresh from the British Masters Champs, fondly known as Nat Vets, there’s a little bit of wound-licking going on this morning. Although delighted by the sculling golds picked up by our ladies on the Saturday, there’s no denying that Sunday was bit of a disappointment and I came away empty-handed after a long day’s coxing (a bad back having put paid to my rowing plans).
And yet… the long drive and the rain and the losses were all worth it for this one photo, which captures my final race as we crossed the line. Nobody, I think you’ll agree, could deny that I don’t push my crew to blade-bending lengths. Captions on a postcard, please.
