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Out-of-focus lamps glow in the half light through the mist, barely reflected in the water. It’s only 6.00 o’clock as hardened commuters begin to stir and yet the crews are already stealthily launching their racing shells; skulls, pairs, fours and eights.
Business begins early on the Thames at Marlow. It's like another time zone and unless you’re there you could miss it.
These oarsmen and women are a finely tuned breed, beautifully built and synchronised-high achievers, perfectionists wasting nothing in the wake of Redgrave as they head upstream towards Bisham in total harmony with themselves and nature.

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    Neville Hunt over 2 years ago

    I can see it in my mind's eye. What a pretty place for it all to be happening, but I wonder if the oarsfolk notice? Not thinking of joining them are you Steve?

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    Drew Martyn over 2 years ago

    Wonderfully evocative, and Marlow's such a lovely place

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    Steve McBrevity over 2 years ago

    I would need a broad beamed skiff, preferably with an outboard motor.

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