Not quite as simple as that - the oars require a good foot to be of any use and their long slim hull is very slow to turn under rudder alone.
I wonder what instruments you need in confined waters and whether they are more important than keeping a good look out.
No - I do not row, but then I don't motorboat either !
Ken /forums/images/graemlins/laugh.gif
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Not quite as simple as that - the oars require a good foot to be of any use and their long slim hull is very slow to turn under rudder alone.
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And, of course, a good cox will only adjust the rudder when the blades are in the water to avoid un-balancing the boat.
Rowing aficionados (or even a blind man on a galloping horse) could make several observations about the technique being displayed in the photo. Since confessions seem to be the order of the day: that's me in the foreground with my back to you all (it was 20 years ago - almost exactly, as it happens - am I forgiven??)
Shan't tell you where it is in case the man who was asleep on that cabin cruiser we clattered into about 6 am one morning tracks me down and tries to do what he said he'd do. /forums/images/graemlins/frown.gif
Christ's /forums/images/graemlins/blush.gif I think TH is black blades with white bits, but can't really remember.
It can be utter carnage in the lower divisions - a lot of stuff gets broken. There are at least six boats in that picture, and only one of them is heading in the right direction (the river bends away to the right of the picture, believe it or not). As well as boats that have (quite correctly) pulled in to the outside of the bend, one boat has been bumped and driven into the bank, embedding its bow and leaving it at 90 degrees to the river; another is about to be bumped and is running wide on the corner to delay the inevitable, and we're at the back chasing the boat that's chasing them! We got them /forums/images/graemlins/grin.gif (and three others that year /forums/images/graemlins/grin.gif /forums/images/graemlins/grin.gif)
As far as possible, a cox avoids using the rudder at all, steering using commands to the bow and two oarsmen. Even on a twisty river like the Cam, that is ordinarily quite enough. The cardinal rule is that the rudder slows a boat so you use it as little and as infrequently as possible.
However, thinking of the Cam, the usual rule of the river is changed along one particular corner to accomodate racing practise. It must really confuse cruisers, though, because it is changed one way during the Michaelmas term (when the main race for which you're practising is run downstream) and the other for the Lent and May terms (when you're racing the other way!)
I rowed for Churchill - Pink blades with a chocolate stripe. Don't blame me - they were Winston Churchill's racing colours.
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The memories are flooding back /forums/images/graemlins/ooo.gif /forums/images/graemlins/ooo.gif
The photo is at "First Post Corner" (right hand bend) where you're supposed to keep right. Shortly after this you change to the left for "Grassy Corner" (left hand bend) into "Plough Reach" where the river is fairly narrow, and there tend to be cruisers moored on the left (ahem). Half way up Plough Reach, you switch back to the right for "Ditton Corner" (right hand bend) and it's fairly straight (and windy) from then on. It did confuse the hell out of everyone, particularly if you were trying to practice the 'racing line', and headed diagonally from corner to corner, rather than making an abrupt switch of sides.
Photo from here (lots of information on the whole 'bumps' racing thing, too).
Magdalene for me: violet and purple, hem... The lower divisions in those days were in clinkers and virtually all had sawn-off bows... Never won my blade, alas, but I had great fun and even rowed at Henley once, plus I had the privilege (?) to coach the New Hall second eight, which had its perks... /forums/images/graemlins/cool.gif
As a Thames sailing club we regularly have encounters with rowers - a few weeks ago a polite, elderly gentleman drove me into the riverbank: I was safely tucked away at the back of a group of sailing dinghies, effectively becalmed on the Middlesex bank of the Thames with said rower bearing down on them. The helms closest to him yelled - he altered course and a mere puff of breeze whisked them safely away leaving me exposed to his new course. Tangled in his oars against the bank this wonderfully polite rower offered "Ladies first"...
...it took me sometime to explain that with the new breeze as it was, my departure would take me through/over his boat! By the time he'd managed to extract himself with the aid of a tow from our safety boat, I'd been capsized on the punting ledge with my rigging entangled in the bushes.