Bright lasses rowed straight into the Yarra River litter trap and could not get out of it. Older man tries to assist, but to no avail. He was staying dry. The current was holding them there and they had no idea which direction the paddles should be moved.
No friendship among rowers, they and other rowers rowed straight on past.
Ineffectual movements with the paddles does not help at all. A paddle wedged under the boom and the craft nearly tipped over.
We all need help from a kind young man at times.
Damn, so close but so far. The current pushed the bow in towards the bank.
More rrrs than class, finally free. We had been entertained for fifteen minutes. A crowd had gathered and we gave them a cheer. They crossed the river with the bow of their craft pointed directly into the barrel drain on the north bank.