A nostalgia trip. Back to Oxford with friends going punting as we used to do over 30 years ago. Of course this time there is a second generation. The other brought their children. Which made it a particularly nice day. Along with the weather.
I arrived first by train (in contrast to the previous year doing this where due to train problems I missed the punting phase altogether). So that gave me a pleasant walk up to the Cherwell Boathouse, and the chance to take a few photos before anyone started punting.
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| Cherwell Boathouse |
Unfortunately Tim's daughter was ill, so we were one down on potential punters. And his son didn't find it an entirely intuitive activity, so I was called into action. After a retirement of 30 years. Well at least I could do the directional bit, but I think its fair to say that in any punt race I would come last. Speed is not my thing. Luckily there was no race. And lunch at the Vicky Arms beckoned.
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| An expert skilled punter. |
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| Not quite so good. Note pole too far away from punt, if you want to analyse the technique. |
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| Claire armed with paddle |
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| Now with slow old punter replacing the young turk (seated and looking happy at no longer being at the helm) |
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| Team photo |
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| Victoria Arms. A very busy pub in summer |
After a late lunch, we all dispersed. I had a little time before my train so I had a quick jaunt around the Ashmolean Museum. One of my favourite museums.
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