Pirate Punting and Pimms on the River Cherwell

Posted on July 7, 2008 in Uncategorized

Hitting the bank more often than a Wall Street trader, the piratical punters of the SYP ambled, nay slumped, up the Cherwell in search of distant lands.

 In the time it took to consume hearty portions of their grog rations the cartographers on board duly noted the discovery of the Marston Ferry Road; an occurrence so grandiose in magnitude that the band of swarthy, moustachioed men and women banked purposefully to admire this natural beauty amongst the rolling hills and meadows.

 Avast, the Jolly Roger was raised! Camaraderie swelled amongst the fleet, joyous at the arrival of their destination without loss of limb or life. The booty from previous expeditions to supermarkets was shared out according to want and need and, when each was satiated, the journey home commenced.

 The wind was favourable as experienced hands punted and paddled home in half the time. Crowds gathered. Ropes were thrown landward. Boats moored. The party commenced. Quiche, olives, pastries and Pimms. Pirate songs could be heard on the air in surrounding townships before the sun began to set and the pirate punters became publishers again.