My husband Vic and Fred often rowed together. On Sunday mornings they would set off in the boat from Erith. If the tide was right the would row to Gravesend (where we lived), leave the boat at Gravesend rowing club, walk for 20 minutes to our house and then sit and have breakfast and putting the world to rights until the tide turned. Then they would retrace their steps retrieve the boat and row back to Erith.

I like to think that they are now both in a pair or double scull rowing the heavens.

Rest in Peace, Fred. xx