This year we modified our spectating of the Three Rivers. Avoiding the chaos of the lunchtime start we took our time and spent the late afternoon watching the carnage at Potter bridge.
Henry spent the first half an hour quietly muttering "oh dear, oh dear, oh dear" over and over as more and more boats fiddled with expensive bits of gear and near misses became increasingly common.
Unfortunately we didn't see any spectactular crashes but there was plenty of action and ice cream to keep the crowds amused.