SOME RACES LAST EIGHT MINUTES,
THIS ONE LASTS GENERATIONS
Somewhere in your house there might still be a regatta photo...
A medal in a drawer. An old rowing top. A blazer that has, through no fault of your own, become slightly smaller over the years.
But what Toowong gave you was never something that fitted inside a cupboard. It was the 5am alarms. Cold mornings on the river. The nerves before the first stroke. The friendships that somehow outlasted the racing. The coaches. The volunteers. The people who quietly gave their time so someone they’d never meet would one day call Toowong home.
Every generation inherited something. A pontoon they didn’t build. Boats they didn’t buy. A clubhouse they didn’t fund. Someone before you made sure the Club was waiting when you arrived.
Now it’s our turn.
If Toowong has ever been part of your story... We'd love to hear where life has taken you.
