Thinking (and drinking, in the Waterman again, a pub I'm coming to like) about it afterwards, it all seemed like an unwelcome mirror of last years M2, also on day 3, albeit at a far higher standard. Just like then, we'd bumped up the day before so had no fear of what was behind us; just like then we had a crew ahead that we knew we were faster than; just like then we were a bit too confident of grinding them down, and failed to sparkle and kill them early.
The pic is from Jet Photographic, as I think you can tell from the huge letters. I hope they don't mind me advertising their wares.
We did close on them - we had a whistle by Grassy and two (and even three) whistles later; but afterwards it became clear we'd never got closer than 1/2 a length. And down the reach we were either level or falling back a bit - I'm not sure.
Elsewhere... M2 carelessly let themselves be overwhelmed by the gleam of Tabs 7's shiny new Stampfli, rowed like spanners and went down. M3 down (spoons beckon). W2 rowed over (again! But apparently its been really exciting) and W1 rowed over, which they are very happy with, having been chased all the way. And they have Champs 2 down ahead of them, so tomorrow beckons.
"...so had no fear of what was behind us"
An adage that can aptly apply to almost any endeavor.