If you've ever stood on a Cornish quay and heard the rhythmic splash of oars hitting the water, caught the echo of cheers bouncing off the harbour walls, or witnessed a team of fierce women powering a sleek wooden gig through open seas like it’s nobody’s business—then you’ve seen the magic of women’s gig racing.

When you think of seagulls, what comes to mind? Perhaps it's their cheeky antics at the seaside, swooping in to snatch a chip or two.

After two decades in a landlocked county where the closest water sources were a beautiful river and a canal