I went down to rowing this morning… It was my daughter’s first day and I’m down to help with the breakfast next week so I thought I should find out what I was supposed to do.
Dippity emerged dripping and happy.
As a first timer she was in a single scull (is that what they are called?) presumably until she can learn not to fall in.
Waiting for the girls to come up for breakfast I caught up with Kathryn who I have known since St Georges’ days.
She has a blog which I will be making a firm favourite.
And if any family is in need of rescuing, food wise, it’s us.
I am going to try this chicken recipe tomorrow night.
Here’s what it’s supposed to look like:
Actually a few of the mums are thinking about learning to row – why should the kids have all the fun?