This morning I took my ex-dog (the kelpie of few accomplishments) for a walk around the lake.
We were both very impressed to see an armada of five power boats (with a border collie in the bow of one) escorting a mere three rowing shells down the lake.
(Apologies for the phone-camera quality image)
It seems as long as you’re vaguely associated with a rowing club you can go for a fang, but otherwise you’re strictly prohibited.
A bit like the way the Canberra Centre can have advertising billboards.