Cygnet Rowing Club

Autumn Sculling Camp, 16-18 September 2005

Barry Not-From-Eastenders is only allowed one oar until he gets it right...

Some time later...

I don't know, you're away for 3 weeks and you don't recognise anyone...

Mr. Leffler is caught humping Lola...

How was it for you...

Doesn't the weather look nice...

I'm sorry, but who exactly are you...

Chris pushes away [from the] hard...

Two nice ladies sculling...

Apparently Dr. French has a girlfriend...

None of us can quite believe it...

Although we can believe she's a better sculler than him...

Get out of my f@*#!&$ way you t%&@!#...

After their altercation the boys soon made up...

My blades are jammed together, MY BLADES ARE JAMMED TOGETHER...

For no mere mortal can resist the evil of the thriller...

I tell you, I saw something out there...

After most of a bottle of port Rhiannon achieves flashless red-eye...

Some time later - Rhiannon's Joycean, stroboscopic, pre-apocolyptical, tawny nightmare...

Sunday morning's masterclass lacked a master and any class...