Getting onto the water in a single scull has been an ambition I’ve had for ten years. It came true last night, in a training boat. And then the full dream happened this morning when I was in a wooden racing scull, gliding along alone, finely balanced (at least some of the time) on a mill-pond flat Ouse through York before eight in the morning.
It was nerve wracking yes, and the balance came. There's much to improve, of course, such a wonderful feeling though. Back out tomorrow and Thursday. Yes!
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