This week (2024-08-07) instead of our usual group meeting, OPIG took to the high seas. The OPIGlets pooled our resources and procured punts from many different berths. Organised by Admiral Nele, we departed from the Cherwell boathouse and shipped out the 0.5 nautical miles (3.28801867e-6 light seconds for those playing along in metric) upriver to the Vicky Arms.
Despite visiting the odd bush on the way, scurvy scallywags one and all were herded in a generally upstream direction with Matt and Eoin leading the way. With the first two punts having safely reached dry land and refuelled their ethanol fuel cells, the question remained where on earth everyone had got to. Sagely concluding they’d probably all sunk another pint was had in their honour.
