Nottingham

I drove up to Nottingham with Tom and his friend Alice to start our long weekend of (you guessed it!) - rowing! It's the British National Championships and Tom agreed to push himself and have a go in a single. He's hugely nervous, especially after the capsize last week at Bedford, and therefore I am too.

We stopped at the Castle Marina where everything is horrible chains of fast food, and the smell of chip fat and deep frying lingers in the air. However we did find this rather picturesque view of the marina.