Cygnet Rowing Club

Cygnet/BBLRC Sculling Camp, 13-15 September 2002

The first Sculling Camp run under the new management of Chris and Danielle ended in complete carnage as a total of 9 people took a dip in the Thames over two days of sculling (well trying to scull). It's possible the social was a little tame in comparison, TPC kept his mouth shut this time.

Go Marj...

OK got the photo, so pull me in please...

Friday night's advance party claimed the best beds (at least for one night) before the rest of BBLRC's "ladies" arrived and claimed rights of a bed (some even alone). Chris couldn't work out why Marj and Neil ignored the spare bed in the same room as Alan, then the snoring began - Australians are so easy.

One of nine...

Quick, find an Australian...

Richard Palin falling in at 8:50 on Saturday (a record?) set the tone for the weekend. Tess was next in and generous Cygnets quickly gathered round to ensure her safety and need for warmth. Skin to skin being offered if required. TPC didn't look very TP as an under-square blade (rowing at 100% Aussie-male-macho-max-strength power) threw him in - to the amusement of plenty of people.

Neil is upright...

Geordie can't be far away...

Neil - the master of the BBQ - was thankful that Zander needed his clothes dried post swim, a jumper making the perfect family protector from the very hot, very low Bungalow BBQ. As usual the veggie burgers were cooked last! The beers went down quickly and the usual b******s began, everyone wanting to know if Sarah and Simon were an "item". This is still unclear, though photographic evidence points firmly in one direction. Cygnet, the lurve club.

Nothing (sexual) to see here, move along...

Richard in post-dunking contemplative mood...

Sunday's swimmers included Sarah and Heidi at 07:30 (another record?) and Rachel. Any person rowing at 7am on a Sunday deserves a cold bath. Danielle and Greg (after being bumped by a blind t****r in a power boat) reboarded their double, soaking wet.

Two of nine...

Mean, moody, magnificent...

A flock of ladies...

The camp ended with a wonderful array of urgent business calls, family funerals, stomach pains and other associated "I can't help unload at the clubhouse" diseases (very common on the last day of the sculling camp). Many thanks to all those that helped make it a fantastic weekend - towing, cooking, rigging, cleaning and capsizing - for the amusement of us all. See you at the next one.

With thanks to TPC and Greg for the photos.