Following Richards withdrawl from the race team I (Mick)have been searching a new partner who will be foolish enough to spend two months with me in a small boat on the open ocean. After drawing a blank at the local asylums I decided other tactics were needed.I reasoned that the best place to look for a rower was at a rowing regatta, we were already booked to display the boat at Peterborough rowing Regatta. With 750 crews (approx 1000 rowers) entering over the two days there would surely be someone who would be interested, in fact I would probably have to beat them off with a stick.I hit on the plan to put a large sign on the side of the boat with the words
Atlantic Rowing Race 2009
Crew Member Needed
(Go on, you know you want to do it!)
Day 1
Saturday arrived, with scorching weather and with a prime position just up from the finish line where rowers by the score werewalking past I thought that it would be no problem finding a partner. Many rowers stopped and talked and said they admired what I was trying to achieve but it was not for them, many were volunteered by their mates in their asbsence (who needs friends like that!).
A couple of others stopped and said they might be interested but after 10 hours of standing by the boat I went home despondent with no real interest.
Day 2
Sunday was another scorching day and again hopes were high but again many stopped to say how they were interested in what I was doing but none wanted to take part! After refreshing my deoderant (well perhaps I smelt or something and that what was putting potential partners off) I continued to canvass unsuspecting rowers.
By 5pm after nearly 20 hours with no real interest I had almost decided that it was time to leave, however not one to give up easily I thought that I would stay to the very end of racing.
At approximately 6.30pm I was approached by a long haried, sweaty, lycra clad rower from Cantabs Rowing club in Cambridge who stated that he had been trying to get talk to me all weekend but had always been busy talking to people. He stated that the thought of rowing the Atlantic was really inspiring and that it was the sort of thing that he would perhaps like to do in the future. We has a pleasant 5 minute chat about the row in general he took a leaflet and off he went which I thought was a shame as he seemed like a pleasant chap who totally got what I was trying to achieve.
With zero rowers added to the team over the two days I headed home with the boat (no easy task when it is 27ft plus on its trailer and the large numbers of people leaving the regatta).
At about 9.30pm I was sitting at home consoling myself with a large glass of red when my mobile rang and the caller stated "Hi it's Anton the mad rower from Cambridge you spoke to at Peterbrough, I am really interested in doing the row! however I am holiday from tomorrow for ten days so will send you some details by Email so you can see who I am and what I do." I explained that there was little other interest and that I woul d be delighted to consider him. I explained that there was a training row to the Scilly Isles organised by race organisers in two weeks time and that if interested he should consider comimg along. Anton explained he was not back from the South of France until that weekend but would consider it.
Over the next 10 days we exchanged Emails and had a couple of phone conversations the upshot being that Anton would join the team and come along to the Scilly Isles row, which would mean him arriving back in the UK on thursday evening and then meeting me in Oundle at 5am on Friday for the long drive with the boat down to Cornwall.