I had forgotten what a cool sport rowing is. Today was the final day of the Lent Bumps. 
It is a type of competition peculiar to Cambridge, Oxford and Eton.
Essentially, the boats line up along the narrow and rather windy Cam, a certain distance apart and at the sound of a cannon madly try and row into the boat in front. Hence the name bumps. Normally, great pains are taken not to crash but over the past 4 days that has been the sole aim of numerous women and men in their rowing machines.
And if you happen to achieve a bump you row to the nearest tree, grab some foliage with which to drap about your self! While, usually rowers look rather manly as they stroke past – there is definitely something lost from their allure when they have a branch sticking out from their shirt! And really I am not to sure about the all-in-one, neck to knee lycra outfits. Somethings can be left to the imagination!
The next series of bumps is in May – so I am sure I will be found on a blanket, with a jug of Pimms watching the carnage!
