The Antiopdean Ambassadress, our lapsed member, the VC & the Captain of Boats enjoying snifters on an all-weather surface (which was handy bearing in mind the weather)
The Antiopodean Ambassadress resting aftter a long lunch. A long way away from the enclosures, that is.
The Captain in profile in an unspecified Henley pub
The founders of the Witham Rowing Club, Henley 1992Can it have been so long ago that the Antipodean Ambassadress departed our shores? Well, let us fondly remember those halcyon days involving trips to Costco to do the catering for the festivities and parking in the tennis court enclosure somewhere near Reading (well, it was nowhere near the Regatta, anyway). Charlotte, like many of the jeunesse doree, decided that her future destiny lay away from the shores of good old Blighty, and although her presence is missed on club occasions and especially at Henley, we fondly remember her most recent Henley (we never say “last” in the WRC, except in this blog title), and the first photographs in the club archives of the “blue” period.
Other notable highlights of the year included the Captain having his travelcard confiscated by an over-zealous ticket collector (something to do with a misunderstanding about trying to buy two first class tickets with one travelcard) and it was the first year the Captain and Chairman gained access to the Stewards’ Enclosure, the VC having secured his passage 12 months previously.
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