Anyone who was anyone (and some who aren’t :-) went to the great Cam clean up. Unlike James, I didn’t bother turn up for the speeches. This may have been a mistake, as not only did I not get on the grapple teams but also by the time I’d come along most of the litter had gone too. I walked from the FSG (G not J to keep Andy happy!) to the railway bridge and found somewhat less than a bin liner’s worth. Still, it was a lovely day for it, I got to abuse Meg in the tub (sorry) and I saw some nice lichen:
Weird sight of the day was the diver finding stuff under the Elizabeth Way bridge, as marked by his inflatable floaty-thing, which lead to log-jams of VIII’s as they tried to avoid mowing him down. Which they couldn’t even if they tried, since an VIII draws about a foot of water at the most, and he was well down.
There were the traditional lorry-loads of bikes dredged out and kids watching the show. A fair morning out, though not as much fun as going rowing.
After dinner, a 5km run: