The Rowing Song

In the last couple of days, Rebels Without Paws have been coming to terms with the fact that adverse weather has temporarily prevented our planned row of the Channel for The AHOY Centre.  It’s disappointing. We’ve had to unpack our kit bags and come down from the anticipation and feeling of readiness. However, we’re remaining positive. We’re working with The AHOY Centre to reschedule and will keep the blog updated.

Roald Dahl’s poem ‘The Rowing Song’ sums things up quite well. We’ve managed to avoid the hurricane a-blowing this time, but we’re not showing any signs that [we] are slowing. Unlike the rowers in the poem, though, we’ll soon know exactly where we’re going!

The Rowing Song
Round the world and home again
That’s the sailor’s way
Faster faster, faster faster

There’s no earthly way of knowing
Which direction we are going
There’s no knowing where we’re rowing
Or which way the river’s flowing

Is it raining, is it snowing
Is a hurricane a–blowing

Not a speck of light is showing
So the danger must be growing
Are the fires of Hell a–glowing
Is the grisly reaper mowing

Yes, the danger must be growing
For the rowers keep on rowing
And they’re certainly not showing
Any signs that they are slowing.

Roald Dahl

Keep your eyes on the blog for updates!

Rebels Without Paws