There are few things in life which I can be accused of taking seriously; beer is one. But I do, and always have, taken my rowing very seriously, even if I'm not the best at it. There's something about the crisp air just above the river, the snap of oars as they hit the water in unison, the surge and gurgle of the hull as it streaks across the
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