Crack of Dawn 🚣

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.