Rowed to Emsworth this morning for a sustaining and nutritious fried breakfast. So far, so sane.
Then coxed Reivers12 in their new pilot gig. The other Reivers12 crew, in the Clayton skiff Gladys, went aground on the mud. Their cox had to get out and push them off as we came up, chortling. I got a nice pic.
Later, outside the harbour mouth, I steered the gig onto a sandbank and had to get out and push them off. Luckily, because I was the one with the camera, no record was made of this event. It never happened.