As the early Thursday morning sun elegantly perched itself above the cliffs, the violent splash of water ripples through the quiet and peaceful morning. As each eight blades pass swiftly in and out of the green murky water, the sounds grow ever louder. The boat continues along the twists and turns of the Murray, pushing along toward it’s ever closer goal, Camp. The boat, the Anita Hughes, slick, smooth and sharp. The bow of the boat like a knife cutting through the water, splitting the molecules down the centre.
In the boat, eight tired, sore, sleep deprived boys. However, they keep going, nothing can stop them, not themselves, they’ve been pushing themselves over the last 3 full days, now the great finale of it all, The Club row. Free for