Thursday's rowover prompted some deep thought on why we hadn't caught Christ's, and what we would do differently chasing King's on Friday. The consensus: row better. We kept our heads in our boat this time, instead of worrying about what was happening up ahead, and after a slightly ineffective first half the rowing came together coming out of Grassy Corner. Still on station at that point, a united push brought us up to a length off King's as we passed the Plough, and then after a strong corner we came together again out of Ditton and started to build up the pressure. Our mentality changed as we realized the hunt was properly on, and a series of sharp pushes quickly brought us to half a length off, quarter of a length, canvas... and then by the railings those of us in the bows felt King's' stern scraping along our boat; on my right I caught a glimpse of their stern, reached out, and gave it a few thumps just to make sure.
(Clare finally got their bump too, and as they rowed past we all agreed to forget the farce of the previous day and be friends)