march 2009 - Fitzwilliam College - University of Cambridge
march 2009 - Fitzwilliam College - University of Cambridge
march 2009 - Fitzwilliam College - University of Cambridge
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<strong>march</strong> <strong>2009</strong> 66<br />
Reunion Rowing – Recent Graduates<br />
After sounding people out around Easter time, and<br />
subsequent intermittent communication, we found<br />
ourselves back at <strong>Fitzwilliam</strong>. As far as possible, we<br />
had aimed to collect first-boat rowers from 2003–04.<br />
This was largely successful, with the cox and five <strong>of</strong><br />
the eight rowers in this category and the others being<br />
substitutes, or first-boat rowers from the previous year.<br />
Attending the dinner on Friday evening provided us all<br />
with an opportunity to catch up on each other’s recent<br />
activities, whilst also affording us a look at the<br />
impressively refurbished bar.<br />
Following a leisurely start on Saturday, we met at<br />
the boathouse around 2pm for a 2:30pm push-<strong>of</strong>f –<br />
a schedule arranged with the previous night’s revelries<br />
in mind! Although about half the crew had not set foot<br />
in a boat for four years, I think that we were all quite<br />
pleasantly surprised by our ability to sit the boat<br />
comfortably. We paddled up to Baitsbite lock,<br />
incorporating a couple <strong>of</strong> quick bursts to prepare<br />
ourselves for the up-coming mini-regatta that Adrian<br />
Tollett had organised. After spinning and returning to<br />
the top <strong>of</strong> the Long Reach, we lined ourselves up for our<br />
first round against a Selwyn mixed VIII. The course was<br />
about 500m, to the railway bridge. An easy victory over<br />
the Selwyn boat left us smiling and patting each other<br />
on the back – assuring ourselves that it had had nothing<br />
to do with the fact that one <strong>of</strong> the opposing crew had<br />
caught a crab <strong>of</strong>f the start.<br />
Unfortunately, we proved the old adage that pride<br />
comes before a fall: we paddled back to the start for our<br />
second round against the <strong>Fitzwilliam</strong> veteran boat. It<br />
was a close race, but it appeared that we were just not fit<br />
enough: the veteran boat, with average age about twice<br />
that <strong>of</strong> ours, beat us by around half a length. Suitably<br />
humbled, we decided to paddle home. After putting the<br />
boat away, we had to disperse back to our respective<br />
lives, but I think we did so with a satisfied feeling: it had<br />
certainly been enjoyable to see each other again and to<br />
reminisce about our past rowing days.<br />
REUBEN ROWE (2001)<br />
Women’s Reunion Row<br />
The sun was shining blissfully and the boathouse was<br />
already buzzing as the members <strong>of</strong> the ladies’ reunion<br />
crew started to arrive, some with husbands and babies<br />
in tow. After meeting and greeting was over, it was<br />
agreed unanimously that the newly constructed<br />
boathouse was a great success, toasty, inviting and<br />
even comparatively luxurious. With the men’s reunion<br />
crew shoved <strong>of</strong>f, it was time briefly to negotiate rowing<br />
positions – and then our turn to push <strong>of</strong>f.<br />
Some members <strong>of</strong> the crew hadn’t put hand to oar<br />
for many years but mercifully the cox was gentle with<br />
us and we all soon discovered that, just like riding a<br />
bicycle, all comes flooding back remarkably quickly.<br />
With a couple <strong>of</strong> exercises to reawaken and loosen up<br />
the hands under our belts we were ready to head down<br />
the reach, rowing as an eight. Needless to say the going<br />
was not perfectly smooth at first but the mounted<br />
supporters on the towpath were encouraging and<br />
soon we felt ready to try our hand at some racing<br />
starts. These were surprisingly successful and, having<br />
reacquainted ourselves with just how tiring rowing flat<br />
out can be, we decided to revert to some steady rowing.<br />
By now we were smooth and elegant and stole admiring<br />
glances from the men’s reunion crew as we passed<br />
them! A short break for re-taping s<strong>of</strong>tened and rapidly<br />
blistering hands and it was time to return to the<br />
boathouse, still bathed in sunshine, gliding<br />
harmoniously over a glassy Cam.<br />
BRETT BURKHART (1986)<br />
Reunion Mixed Hockey<br />
It was a pretty hot day and a makeshift team. Matthew<br />
Holt and I were the elder statesmen, surrounded by<br />
some dynamic forward players and resilient mid-field<br />
and defence generals. I noted with some amusement<br />
the grief I was given at my continued use <strong>of</strong> a wooden<br />
stick but, as I hadn’t used it at all for over five years,<br />
I needed to keep the major changes to a minimum.<br />
Fortunately the conditions were good and the<br />
<strong>Fitzwilliam</strong> turf had been mowed short to facilitate<br />
a fast flowing and skilful game.<br />
The Oldies team cruised to a 5–0 victory – as our<br />
memories are fading, it may have been more or less!<br />
Tobias Wood got one as did Aleem Iqbal. The claims<br />
were staked over curry in a traditional local eatery<br />
(which no longer sponsors the team, I was sorry to<br />
see). Man <strong>of</strong> the match was probably split between<br />
Matthew and Hannah (note to Claire – don’t row all<br />
morning first!), but a great team effort by all.<br />
The <strong>Fitzwilliam</strong> team played a magnanimous<br />
supporting role and it was good to see that the hockey<br />
effort is in safe hands.<br />
NADIR MARUF (1992)<br />
Mixed Hockey at the Reunion<br />
Serita Rana