There are probably many worse ways to spend late-afternoon on May Day than being punted up and down the Cam with your brother-in-law doing all the hard work.
It took some convincing to get me on to the river, and when I was there I stayed firmly sitting down, but it was great fun.
The photo above shows something I never thought I’d see. There were three punt-loads of men in maroon and orange, often crashing into the bank and each other. It looked like they were having as much fun as we were.
Maybe next time I’ll work up the nerve to have a go with the pole, if I decide I can trust my balance enough.