You may have seen rowing before, but I guarantee you that you know little about the sport unless you went to university at Cambridge or Oxford. There you will find a subspecies of human known as the “boatie” who seem perfectly happy to gather en masse at godforsaken times of the morning to paddle about on a river. In the rain. In winter. With a hangover. Later, in the pub, they will spend innumerable hours discussing their training schedules, talking about “catching crabs” without a hint of irony and comparing blisters.

For those of us who wondered what could possess grown men and women to forgo the comfort of a bed for several painful hours in the company of eight grunting