I frequently see people up to this when we walk down by the bank of the River Yare, and I think how much I’d like to join in.
Last night I started a course to learn to do it myself. It was like going back to school, a rather nice sense of anticipation you get from an apprehensive group. There were twelve of us, to my surprise 3:1 girls to boys. We started in skulls, which is two oars, and is quite a lot trickier than it looks. These people here are canoing, but this is the sort of early morning sight that inspired me to sign up.