|bike, cadbury's mini rolls, tea.|
And what does every DW crew want, 20 odd hours into their paddle at 6am? Yep, a cow bell gee up!
|Annoying the neighbours|
It had been a bitterly cold night, apparently dropping to as low as -5. Massive respect to all the finishers. It's a hard enough event at the best of times but those kinds of temperatures are energy sapping and really makes it difficult for the paddlers and their crews. I think the drop out rate was accordingly pretty high this year.
I got there at around 6am and stayed until 8 and saw most of the crews past the bridge. It was hard watching some of the guys and girls going through, obviously pretty spent and still with some way to go. That said, there was still a really good flow to help the paddlers on their way down to Westminster.
|Boat 448 approaching Kingston Bridge 6am|
"Amazing effort." Absolutely.
"You're doing great." They were.
"Looking good." Hmmm. Not so much. For quite a few crews that was a lie but they were still in the race and paddling in some fashion or other and that's all that counts.
|The sun coming up|
|A DW flotilla|