I used to row whenever I could. I found the action joyful and loved the intake of extra oxygen surging around my bloodstream. The feeling of propelling yourself across calm water is a meditative experience filled with sensory delights: the ‘chump’ of the oars breaking the water’s surface tension; the accelerating prow’s quiet roar as it fights the clinging liquid, parting it like a … Continue reading The tranquility of oars