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Hell's teeth, what's this? It looks like a floating advertisement for that brand of petrol supported by Hogsnort Rupert. But you could hardly say this is butane boosted and judging by the shape of the paddles, this raft will take a while to finish

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A bearded sailor casts an experienced eye over the scene. Checking the shortest route to the pub?

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Tyre tubes, paddles and the old-fashioned leg kick -they all help

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What ship could afford to sail with, or without, a crew like this? The seamen's union would never be the same

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Confusion reigned at the start Luckily the river knew which way to go

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It was not all plain sailing

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Splish-splash and I step on the gas

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Two female crew members put some effort into the Suburban Club raft's voyage

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And from the City Electricity Department the sparks really flew

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Just racing to win, not to break any records. Life's great when you're cruising

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A floating bedstead, with Harbour Board man Jim Crapper the driving force

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Now this is more like it. The faster craft in the first race get away to a flying start

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Adding a feminine touch were a couple of smartly dressed lasses

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Okay you guys. Keep pushing