My kayaking friend R. was asking what is this "punting" that I keep talking about and that, together with another glorious weekend, was excuse enough for another trip to Cambridge yesterday.
Cue much nostalgic walking down the atmospheric alleyways between colleges remembering student days, which now seems too long ago.
You can never go back - but you can still go for a punt, and the backs were as wonderful as ever.
So at the request of Tillerman here's me pole in hand driving the boat forward - and note how its one of the authentic wood ones!
Special bonus prize to the first to name the bridge behind me.