Oarsman Tom Swallow

As is my habit, I mooched down to the river and there was much going on with a rowing head race in progress.

I took a few snaps of proceedings, including this guy who had just finished his race, climbing up the steps onto the bank.

We got chatting about how Winter head races work as opposed to Summer regattas; of which I was completely ignorant. He was also interested in the camera...

I asked to take his portrait and then we introduced ourselves. He was from Doncaster and...

Double gob-smacked. No family relationship we could ascertain, but we both had grand-parents who had worked in the steel industry in Sheffield.

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