Runnymede

Bombing of the bridge

But brothers Billy and Jeremy and their brave young aunt were undaunted by German pilot’s attack

Rain, rain, go away…

I’m beginning to think that the water gods have got it in for me at the moment because every time I plan to take my boat out on the river, the fates conspire to stop me.

An oarsome relationship

I knew from a very young age that I loved the water. It didn’t matter whether it was pottering about in a small rowing dinghy on the Thames at Twickenham where I was born or flinging myself through breaking waves on the beach at Holland on Sea in Essex where we used to stay with my uncle and aunt most summers – I just loved the water.