Blade

After parkrun, we got the train to Waterbeach and walked to Cambridge. I had my watch recording the trip, and, almost every time I washed my hands, it declared an incident. Most times, I managed to stop it sending an emergency text and email to Mr Pandammonium, but I had key lock on to start with, which made it stop recording as well as sending an emergency text and email to Mr Pandammonium.

I took this photo so that we could read what was written on the blade more clearly. (If you’re not into rowing, you might not know that the flat bit at the end of an oar is called a blade.) It had caught our attention that they had two rowers in position 2 and two in 3.