Row Row Row your boat

row row row your boat gently down the stream
merrilly merrilly life is but a dream.
Stop Stop 
Check the boat
 Check the Boat 
Check the Boat 
Stop Stop

What tha

So reacting to the apparant sounds of urgency.  Perhaps it was the tone of voice or perhaps just providence. We unanimously stopped rowing and immediatly raised our hands somewhat with blades in the water
and the boat come to a shuddering halt and we, well those toward the back of the boat turn to face John (who's name may have been changed to protect the guilty).  Looking past John we see the issue that was of such concern to him.  A dirty great rock is about ... well lets say 1m from the front of the boat.

Well after our hearts stop over beating from the shock not the physical effgort, we quickly backed up, turned right or was it left.  Who can tell when you are facing backward and rowed off away from that rock lest someone see us.

I think a revelation has occurred to all of us that indeed the designers of rowing boats have perhaps made an error in that we are all facing the wrong way.