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  1. 21 points
    So here we are again. Back aboard Swan Reflection 1. I’m posting from my phone courtesy of Richardson’s on board wi-fi so these posts may be brief! Good journey up from Essex. Nice lunch in Bridgestone’s Tea Rooms in Potter Heigham. Very good handover from a nice polite young man and out of the yard by 2. Very quiet cruise down to How Hill. Turned around and went back to moor at Irstead. Hurray! Finally I have managed to get on the staithe here! Took a walk to look round the church then on to the Boardwalk for a lovely peaceful look at Barton Broad. Beautiful even on a grey day. Now back on board with the heating on having a very quiet evening.
  2. 18 points
    Sunday 3rdFebruary We were awake by about 06:00 on Sunday morning – I’m usually up at about 04:30 and the wife by about 05:00 during the week, so sleeping in is unusual for us both. I got up, put the kettle and immersion heater on and peered out of the windows. It was a cold, frosty morning and the sky was clear, so hopeful of a photo-worthy sunrise, I pulled some clothes on, readied my camera and waited to see what developed. Debbie had taken Harley for a walk, leaving me to my own devices and as the sun rose above the horizon, I ventured outside, being extremely careful not to slip on the icy decks. The river was still as I wandered about, snapping happily away, until the first of many rowers passed by. The rising sun was casting some interesting light over the trees on the far side of the river and additional digital images were committed to memory card. The wife and the dog returned and went inside to warm up and I followed shortly after. We had breakfast of buttered crumpets and tea, before taking it in turns to shower and dress, ready for the day. I suppose it must have been around 09:30 when we started Moonlight Shadow’s engine and cast off, heading for Norwich. There were plenty of others on the river as we headed up the Yare, but only kayakers and rowers. The journey was uneventful and we cruised slowly into the ‘Fine City’, or it was until we reached the bridge at the Yacht Station. Unbeknown to me, there was an angling competition in progress that morning. I moved as far too the left hand side of the river as I could, trying to avoid the branches of the weeping willows as I went and headed very slowly past them. I hope I didn’t cause too many issues, though. We moored at the far end, between Pulls Ferry and Bishops Bridge and readied ourselves for the walk into town. It was a cold, crisp winter morning and even with the sun shining down, the pavements were still slippery from the overnight frost. Taking our usual route along the Riverside Walk and turning towards the Cathedral behind Pulls Ferry, we made our way carefully there. I wasn’t intending to go into the cathedral on this visit, but had a quick wander around the cloisters, and entered the building near the copper font and was greeted by the sound of the magnificent organ, still being played after the morning service had ended. I had a quick mooch round before going back outside to re-join the wife, who was decidedly put out by the fact that the bench she usually waited on, by the Edith Cavell memorial had been taken away. There were a couple of photographers with heavy duty telephoto lenses mounted on tripods aimed at the spire, so I wandered across to have a quick chat. It turned out that the Peregrines were out, taking in the sun. I chided myself for not taking my long telephoto with me, but took a few shots with my zoom compact camera, which does have a long telephoto lens (without resorting to digital zoom) and had to satisfy myself with the results. We carried on into the town, stopping at Greggs for some cakes (and a couple of sausage rolls – well it would be rude not to, wouldn’t it) before heading for Tesco. The city streets were busy with shoppers and several buskers, some of whom were very good, were playing in various locations. Shopping done, we sauntered back to Moonlight Shadow, retracing our steps past the Cathedral, along Riverside Walk and back over Bishops Bridge. I stopped to take a few pictures of the Cathedral, across the deserted school sports field, looking magnificent in the winter sun. Debbie made some rolls for lunch, with some ham bought from Tesco and we cast off, heading for our overnight moorings at The Ferry House, Surlingham, via the boatyard for water. It was a pleasant cruise back along the Wensum and Yare, with no anglers remaining at the Yacht Station to deal with. We chugged back to the kiosk at Brooms for water, only to find that the hose had been turned off. A sign indicated that water was available near the boat hoist, so we carefully passed the expensive craft that were moored nearby and manoeuvred close to the hose to top up with water, before heading the short distance back to the Ferry House to moor. I had booked the mooring earlier and had been told that it would be okay to moor side on, where there is usually only stern on mooring allowed and connected to the electric post. There was a substantial amount of credit on it, for which we were grateful. It was only then that I spotted a water hose at the pub, at the opposite side of the seating area and later, when we went in for our meal, I checked how much they charged to use it and was told it is free to patrons. A point well worth remembering. I set up the aerial and we watched TV for a while, before I went out to take a few photos of the setting sun. Dinner was booked for 19:00 and as ever, lived up to expectations – a warm welcome in a cosy pub and great value food. With the meal over, we left the warmth of the bar to take Harley along the lane to the village, before returning to the boat for the night. We watched Vera on TV, before making a hot drink and retiring to bed at about 22:30.
  3. 17 points
    Not a wedding anniversary or anything like that, but 46 years ago today, Doreen and I hired our first boat on the Broads, Sanderling No4 from Sandersons in Reedham. I remember it cost £29 plus the extras. We had never been to Norfolk before, let alone hired a boat so this was something completely new to us. Infact this was 18 months after we met and Doreen still lived in London at the time. To be honest, I just regarded it as a love-nest which was far from the madding crowd, well parents and nosey brothers anyway. We both loved it, probably for the uninterrupted time we had together, not to mention the new adventure we were on. It was so memorable I can still remember the "itinerary", which I have detailed below. Later that year Doreen asked if I would like her to buy me a new swish radio/record player for Christmas, but I declined and asked instead for a second week on the Broads, in November aboard Santa Lucia from Harvey Eastwood in Brundall. much better present! That was the start of the "addiction". It's funny how things get into your blood. The Broads has played a big part in my life, not just holidaying but working as well. Yet some people go once then never go again, or perhaps leave it for another 10 to 20 years. Saturday 3rd March. Reedham to Yarmouth Yacht Station We arrived at Reedham Station around 2pm thinking there would be a queue of taxis to take us to Sandersons. No such thing. It really did feel as though we have got off a train in the middle of nowhere. Thankfully someone gave us a lift down to the riverside. The 20ft Sanderling looked huge as we pulled up. I had read about the tides at Yarmouth and to be careful and as luck would have it, low water was at 4.15pm (about) so we arrived without mishap. I always think it's because we did Breydon etc on that first trip, that the fear you hear other people have of crossing over, never bothers me now. I can remember we went into the White Swan on the quayside for our night and there was a darts match on so it was packed out. It was a good night and we partook of the sandwiches and pork pies which were offered free of charge! Sunday Yarmouth to Wroxham We moored outside the Kings Head so we must have gone under Wroxham Bridge, though I don't remember that. Monday Wroxham to Neatishead. I can remember cruising down Lime Kiln Dyke standing with my head out of the canvas hatch above the wheelhouse, holding an umbrella above me. There were passing boats, even in March and quite a few laughed at that sight. Tuesday Neatishead to Acle (ended up at Upton Dyke) I have told the story before of how we ran out of daylight, mis-turned up the Thurne when heading for Acle, before turning around at Thurne Dyke and coming to a halt at Upton in the driving wind and rain - no mooring posts so rhond anchors. What a miserable night that was! Wednesday Upton to Oulton Broad Yacht Station There were no dramas crossing Breydon. I do remember arriving at Oulton Broad Y.S and seeing that two houseboats had been moored against the quayside. I asked one of the attendants where we could moor and he said at the floating jetty. We did so and I can recall accidentally dropping my earlier mentioned umbrella into the water and it disappearing into the depths when we were returning from a night at The Lady of the Lake, I think it was. Despite fishing for it with the boat hook and the fact that it was still erect when it went in, I could not retrieve it. It could still be there if anyone is short of a brolly! Thursday Oulton Broad to Brundall We moored outside the Riverside Stores which used to be at the head of the dyke leading to Brooms basin. I remember plenty of other hire boats there at the time. We spent the evening in the Yare Inn, which looked nothing like it does now. It was still big with two bars. We occupied the tap room/public bar or whatever it's called as that was where the jukebox was. I remember we had chicken in a basket with chips - one of the few meals we could afford to eat out. Friday Brundall to Loddon to Reedham We just went down the Chet to see what Loddon was like, spending a few hours there before returning to Reedham where we moored at Sanderson's yard. Cannot remember much about this day. Saturday Reedham - Home. Just to say that traveling by train, as many other people did at that time, involved changing trains at Norwich and Peterborough to get home to Leeds.
  4. 17 points
    Monday 4thFebruary We woke on Monday morning to a pretty miserable day. It was raining and the wind was quite strong. The wife pulled on some clothes and took the dog for her walk and I turned on the immersion heater and kettle. I made a cuppa and looked out of the window. What a difference from the sunrise the previous day. Debbie soon returned, rather disgruntled. She had somehow turned the wrong way just as a particularly strong gust of wind had blown up, which had inverted her favourite umbrella. I was obviously concerned, or tried to sound it, however the thought of attempting to remove what was left of it from a sensitive part of my anatomy curtailed my chuckles!! We had toast and marmalade for breakfast and once again, took it in turn to get showered and dressed. Before casting off, we topped up with water, using the hose at the pub. My intended destination was Oulton Broad, so we headed back through Brundall and along the Yare. The wind was blowing quite hard and the wiper on MS proved absolutely useless in clearing sufficient of the screen to see clearly the river ahead. Still, it wasn’t exactly busy – I think we only saw one other boat between there and Reedham, which was deserted as we cruised through. I turned down the New Cut. Anyone who thinks the Bure between Stracey Arms and Yarmouth is monotonous, needs to go along the New Cut which really is monotonous! It was already lunchtime, so Debbie heated some soup, which went down well with a couple of slices of bread and butter. As we turned onto the Waveney from the New Cut, the weather began to improve a little. The wind had dropped slightly and the rain had eased. We easily passed under the bridge at Somerleyton and still hadn’t seen another boat on the river since much earlier in the day. Debbie put down her cross- stitch, which had kept her engrossed for much of the journey and stood near the helm, watching out of the window. She pointed to a shape swimming, ahead and to the port side, thinking it was an otter as we approached the turn into Oulton Dyke. By the time I looked where she was pointing, it had disappeared, but it resurfaced again and I saw it was a seal. I slowed down and we travelled side by side along the dyke until the river turned sharp left at the entrance to the Broad and managed to snatch a few photos as it surfaced and dove back down again. And that proved to be the only excitement of the day, really. We chugged across the Broad and found our mooring on the outside of the pontoon that we had reserved by phone earlier in the day. With the boat secured, I set up the aerial and we watched TV for a while. By then, the weather had calmed down considerably and it had turned into a pleasant evening. The sun began to set and I went for a walk with my camera whist the wife took Harley for her evening walk. It was soon dark, so the oven went on to prepare dinner and we enjoyed a glass or two of wine whilst we waited and another glass or two as we ate. Such decadence!! With the resulting washing up done, we settled down to watch TV until it was time for bed. Granted, the weather had been inclement, but in reality we had relaxed and enjoyed the surroundings, which is what it’s all about when you’re on the Broads.
  5. 15 points
    Someone who knows which way round a boat should be when going under a bridge. :-)
  6. 14 points
    Some of what you said there Robin really made me laugh, whilst other bits made me quite sad. Ok, firstly Top tip, Treat it like a stylus and a touch sensitive screen. The pencil and paper is an old system but with practice you can get quite good at it. Hmmm, yes,,, small talk... Some people find this concept difficult to grasp so permit me to offer a quick explanation. Talking (of any size) used to be the way people related to each other before the days of computers. In the olden days people used to survive having telephones that you had to speak into, most of these were attached to a network by wire and had to be left at home. This required people to have to go to places, meet other people and speak to them. This of course suffered the disadvantages of not having emoticons to explain themselves and frequently catching colds from each other. In the enlightened days we are now in, we can converse with people without actually having to meet them and one day, if we are very lucky, we might be able to go through our entire lives without meeting or speaking to anyone. The answer for that embarrassing question all children eventually ask "Daddy, where do I come from?" will in future be far more straight forwards. "Amazon" We're doomed, we're all doomed.
  7. 13 points
    Home again ... we hadn't been on the road for long this morning when I wished that I was out of the traffic and back on the boat! And it always seems so funny that in ten minutes you drive along from Stalham, past Sutton and on through Potter Heigham whereas we all know how long that journey is by boat! Anyway ... time for some Reflections on Reflection ... The Boat - Swan Reflection is still a great boat to hire. Compact at 31 feet it is a little tight for space on board but ideal for a couple especially if you haven't got much experience. Plus it warms up quickly once you get the heating on. Great to steer - you can set the revs, set the steering and it will go in a straight line for as long as you need until you reach the next bend in the river. Comfortable bed, the seating has been re-upholstered at some point, decent size fridge and ice box plus a gas cooker as well as a microwave. Electric flushing toilet which does use a fair amount of water but is a nice little luxury! I would always highly recommend this boat. The Yard - We had only hired from Richardson's once before and that was at a busier time. It still feels like a holiday camp kind of check-in to me but the system works well. The staff were all very friendly and the young lad who did our handover and refuelled us this morning, was great. He asked how our week had been, asked if there were any problems with the boat and wished us a safe journey home. That counts for a lot with me and we would definitely go back. The Food - Always a highlight of my holiday because we don't eat out much at home and it's a treat not to be cooking. The Sutton Staithe Hotel was first class, Bridgestone's Tea Rooms in Potter Heigham was excellent, the New Inn was great value and good food as always. The Swan Inn was my least favourite, good service but overpriced and not as good food as everywhere else. That's just my personal opinion based on the meals we had on the days we dined in each of these establishments. Incidentally the Staithe & Willow in Horning was closed and looks to me as if it has just been sold from something I saw on a property website. The Wildlife - there was a lot of life in the wildlife ... if you know what I mean. Plenty of birds flying around in pairs. ;) But what a delight to see an otter and to see a good number of kingfishers around Irstead. Plus the sound of the owls in the trees after dark was amazing ... I don't get that living here in the city. The Firsts - I always like to try to tick some items off my "still to do" list. This week we moored at Irstead, we went right down Lime Kiln Dyke, and we moored on the public staithe in Horning. That was good enough for me. All About March - Finally my thoughts on hiring in March as this was only the second time that we have been out this early in the season. Don't forget that even if it is going to be mild for the time of year, you are not at home in your double glazed centrally heated house. So for me it is always going to be cold and my thermals were required every day! We had one sunny day, the rest was overcast and grey but it was dry although the breeze picked up on our last day. No bright sunny frosty mornings but I'll take that over wind and rain and ice. But best of all was the ability to choose where to moor at any time of day and be almost certain you wouldn't have any problems. We were completely on our own overnight at Irstead, Womack Water and Paddy's Lane. And it would have been a full set if someone else hadn't turned up when it was getting dark at Cockshoot Broad. The photos through the week were from my phone so below are just a few off my camera. There will be a video as soon as I get time to put things together.
  8. 13 points
    Saturday usually began at or just after first light. The trusty “torpedo” camping stove came out and the first thing on was the kettle. Whilst the girls walked the dog, named Sandy who was a basenji, for those who have asked, I was despatched to tell father that the kettle was on. This was an implied instruction from mother that it was time he was packing up. Tell your mother I'll have one more cast was the invariable reply as I was press ganged into service as a donkey, carrying the little bits and pieces like his net bag whilst he catapulted the last of his ground bait into the river and packed his basket and rod bag. I noted that more often than not his nets were dry. He was good my dad, at fishing at least, but he never seemed to do much on the Old Bedford. Once the tea was made a ready prepared frying pan appeared from the boot of the car, full of part cooked sausage and bacon and it was put on the stove to finish off whilst mum sliced and buttered rolls. The reason for our early start was Downham Market, where the A1101 crossed the A10 King's Lynn to London road in the town centre. Nowadays both roads have bypasses, the former to the south of the town, the latter to the east. Mother would be keen to get through Downham before this otherwise sleepy little town awoke to the weekly chores of shopping and such like. East of Downham we turn onto the A134 towards Thetford. With Thetford behind us the greenery of the forest gave way to the rolling greenery of the Waveney Valley as we continue east on the A1066 towards Diss. The arrival in Diss was always met by the regurgitation of many, generations old jokes. “if this is Diss, where is Dat? And, is this Diss Mere? No it's Dat dare ….” They seemed funny at the time. Of course we loved them because, as much as the familiar landmarks which we passed by, they were waymarkers of our journey. An indication that we were getting close to our destination. At Scole the A1066 crosses the A140 which ran north – south through the centre of the village. This was not quite so bad to cross as other roads as it was a staggered crossroads, left then right. The right turn was easy to miss, and it took dad yelling at mum on one occasion, “turn right there, by the fellow with the blue shirt”. To this day that junction is referred to as “the man with the blue shirt”. From this point onwards the road we travelled is hardly recognisable. East of Scole the 1066 joined the A143, almost completely rebuilt in more recent years along the line of a disused railway. Much of the old road is still in use now numbered the B1062 which winds it way through the village of Brockdish, more age old puns, and then through the pretty village of Harleston where petrol was obtained from a garage straight from the 1930's. The pump was inside the garage window and the delivery pipe hung from a gantry out over the road. You didn't pull in, simply parked on the road outside and would be served with your five gallons of four star. It was there that I remember vividly my mother remarking that the price had reached fifty pence per gallon. I think that would have been during the oil crisis of 1973/4. “Ten bob a gallon, where will it end” she asked? Harleston is bypassed today, as are most of the towns and villages between here and the East Coast, which whilst a blessed relief to residents I have no doubt, is still somewhat of a shame. The road continues to Bungay but before we arrive there is another stop to be made. I grew up in an age where everything had it's season and as a result we looked forward to them. One such item, perhaps the queen of seasonal produce was the Strawberry, it arrived in the shops is June and was gone by September. It was the essence of English summer and it was best enjoyed straight from the field, and that is what we did. Pick your own was not the widespread industry that it is today, it hadn't achieved it's current day status of family day out but there was a large pick your own farm near Earsham and we stopped and filled basket upon basket with large juicy fruits ready to permeate our holidays with pies, flans, scones or at their best with the lightest sprinkling of sugar and lashings of fresh cream. If you have only sampled strawberries from a supermarket then you have never tasted a real strawberry. There is a world of difference between something grown in a field, ripened by the sun and, dare I say it fertilized with horse muck and the bland, watery, pale imitations proffered by Mssrs Sainsbury et al, heavily hybridised varieties bred for yield at the cost of flavour, grown in huge poly tunnels, usually in Spain or Turkey or Egypt and increasingly in India in troughs of water suspended at the perfect height for picking and ripened to order by artificial light. They never see the sun, they never sit in soil and they never develop any flavour. With baskets (and my tummy!) full we climbed back into the car to complete our journey. The final stretch to Oulton Broad. I remember Bungay from my childhood as a colourful, pretty little market town. We passed through the centre of the town and onwards to Beccles. It would soon be time to start searching the horizon for the giant, four legged cranes which in those days stood on the quayside at Lowestoft and could be seen from miles away. With Beccles andWorlingham behind us we joined the A 146 bound for Oulton. Despite many recent improvements, straightening and widening this road largely still travels it's original course, past North Cove and Barnby into Carlton Colville and finally Oulton Broad. Our caravan park was at the end of Marsh Road which turns back sharply from the main road. Today, this left turn is prohibited, a complete circuit of the new roundabout on Saltwater way and a right turn being the preferred manner of entry onto Marsh Road. But in the 1970's a left turn it was, waiting for oncoming traffic to clear and then swinging wide across both lanes and then down by the railway station along the somewhat bumpy lane, past the “new” holiday chalets, Knight's Creek and finally to Camping Boats.
  9. 12 points
    Day 2 then. And it turned into an absolutely beautiful sunny afternoon. So the day started at Irstead. Cruised up to Neatishead, my first time ever down Lime Kiln Dyke. Then back to Ludham Bridge where we stopped for coffee. On from there to the New Inn in Horning for lunch. Had a lovely chat with Seagypsy and his good lady - lovely to meet you both - before cruising on towards Salhouse. Turned around and came back to Cockshoot Dyke where we are now moored. Barring any late arrivals we have the place to ourselves! Took a walk down to the Broad and are now sat in for the evening about to get some tea. A few photos - not sure how the quality is coming out as they are from my phone. Edited to say that I spoke too soon! Another boat has just moored up as the sun is setting!
  10. 12 points
    Wednesday 6thFebruary I was up at about 06:00 as usual and followed my usual routine, kettle and immersion heater on and a quick inspection of the weather from the windows of the saloon. It wasn’t raining and it wasn’t as cold as the previous morning and is it became lighter it became apparent that it was cloudy. Still, it was early February and we hadn’t been hit with a repeat of the atrocious weather that started 2018. Debbie took the dog for a walk and I cooked some toast for my breakfast and ate it whilst they were out. Being the caring sort of guy that I am, I even cooked her some when she came back!! She told me that we would have to go back into Beccles as she had decided that she needed some wool and a pattern to knit a jumper for our grandson. Why she couldn’t have decided that when she was in the shop the previous day, I don’t know! Showered and dressed, I called into the harbour Master’s office to pay for the mooring before we headed back into the town, where I spent another fifteen or twenty minutes patiently waiting outside the needlework shop before Debbie emerged with a bag full of wool, needles and stuffing for the cuddly toy that accompanies the jumper she intends to knit. It was only as short walk back to Greggs, where I managed to get a London Cheesecake – one of my favourites and a quick wander around the town before returning to the boat. Whilst we were out, the cloud had broken and it had become sunny, not the strong sunlight, but the watery veiled light that we frequently see during the winter months. I filled up with water and had a cuppa before starting the engine and casting off, destination Loddon. The river was quiet as we headed back along the Waveney, although we did follow a small cruiser for a while, although whoever was at the helm had little regard for the speed limit and had soon disappeared from view. By the time we’d reached the junction with Oulton Dyke, it had clouded over again but the sun did try to break through at odd times for the rest of the journey. A small wooden aft cockpit cruiser pulled out of the boatyard just beyond the bridge at Somerleyton and we followed it all the way to the other side of Reedham, the crew resolutely helming with the canopy down. Just a bit too chilly for me, though. Reedham Quay was deserted as we passed, but I did have to slow a little as we approached Reedham Ferry as it made its way across the river, wary of the chains and the potential for disaster that could be caused by passing too close. We turned onto the Chet and soon arrived at the basin, where I moored at the end away from the road. We both got ready and took Harley for a walk (yes, really – me as well!!), turning left out of the car park to the church, then following the lanes and road to Pyes Mill, returning to the moorings through the field to the side of the river. I’d only taken my small camera with me, but still managed to capture some acceptable shots of a heron stalking about in the field, before arriving back to the boat. With the aerial set up, we watched TV for a while, the wife did some knitting and I did a crossword or two, until it was time to start cooking the dinner, nice big pork chops purchased the afternoon before in Beccles. After our meal, with the washing up done, we watched TV for a while and as ever, headed for bed at about 22:00 with a hot drink. I was slightly concerned about the threatened strong winds and was thinking about what we might do if our concerns proved to be warranted as I drifted to sleep.
  11. 11 points
    Tuesday 19th March After finishing work at 8am I nipped home to pick up the dog and my meagre things and set off for a short break on the boat. The journey there was annoyingly slow, particularly with a tired mind from working the night shifts but after 3 hours I was back at Broom boatyard and dropped off my bag inside before walking the dog around to The Yare pub for a pick me up dinnertime drink or two. Refreshed and ready I set off back to the boat and after a chat with my mooring neighbour it was finally time to release the lines and head off down the river Yare towards Reedham at about 1300. The day was fine, with a light cloud and so instead of poking my head out of the roof, I lowered the canopy and cruised with the top down, accompanied by the local wildlife Passing the ever inviting Beauchamp Arms And then the love it or hate it Cantley Sugar Factory (personally, I love it) And then Hardley Mill Reaching Reedham Swing Bridge I passed under and then neared left and along the river passing Polkeys Mill and The Berney Arms before crossing Breydon to Yarmouth. Slack passage was given as around 1545 and I passed Yarmouth bridges at about 1600. The long cruise up the lower Bure then commenced, before I passed the deserted moorings of Stracey Arms and then onwards passed The Ferry at Stokesby where there were a couple of boats, one being Silver Cloud, so I gave the guys aboard a wave as I passed. The stretch along the lower Bure was helped by a beautiful sunset As I reached Acle there were moorings at the Bridge Inn but as I was solo helming opted to try for the BA moorings and the posts rather than opting for the rings at the pub, despite this making it a more awkward starboard side mooring. Mooring up on the BA moorings at around 1800 I closed up the boat and headed over to the Bridge Inn to enjoy a couple of beers. Before returning to the boat and finally falling asleep, exhausted from work and the day but happy to be back on the waters once again.
  12. 11 points
    So here are the final pictures from last years maintenance that turned into a saga. No job yet but still working on it, but here is something to cheer us all up. The pictures are two angles for the new galley and the new window from inside showing the new window and underneath that the plank well fitted in and varnished to match already existing wood, great job Roger. View from the stern well: View from the saloon: New window and new internal planking: I hope you will all agree that the guys have done a magnificent job. We will be (me and Fiona no doggies unless Brexit rules sorted for pets) out for Easter, a few days before, then Easter, hopefully with Charlie Dolphin (if anyone wishes to say hello), then a few days after depending on the weather. If it's glorious we will stay longer, if rubbish we back on the Harwich ferry pronto like. We look forward to seeing you all out on the river and thank you all for following the continuing restoration of our old lady. I really do hope Clive can do something with the roof over us in the wet shed after all this expense. To watch it dripped on and the new canopies discoloured will be a PITB to say the least. Hopefully this year we can forgo the major hull dents too...lol. Malanka's poor port and starboard bows, starboard side and transom took some battering last year, almost exclusively from boats with bow thrusters and also stern thrusters. This year we hope for less. We hope not to be broken into as well, oh and less sinking would be good too. Without a job I will have more time for Malanka tales and so will write them up in 2019, until work drags me away. Best Wishes to everyone except southern Jessie Drascomb sheet danglers....Go northern monkeys go......lol More later Martin..
  13. 10 points
    So, today I collected Trixie, having had the last of the work completed on here - and all new seating internally. So since purchase she has quite a lot of work done one way and the other, this has included: New canopy New fenders and fender ropes New mooring lines New twin tone horns Compound and polish of both hull and superstructure New name decals New vinyl stripe (now in the correct colour red) New batteries making up a much larger bank (twice bought first set destroyed by over charging) Re-built Alternator All new drive belts, and Impeller a full engine service (done twice in 5 months for good measure) Striped down and cleaned heat exchanger All new sea cocks New engine water strainer New hot water tank lagging New water pump and accumulator tank New shower pump New taps New steering and throttle/gear linkage cable A battery monitor USB charging outlets New TV New 2500w Inverter New shore power connections, consumer unit, sockets and internal ring main wiring New automatic shore/inverter changeover switch New LED navigation lights New LED internal lights New seating including foam and upholstery Hard wired high speed LTE Router for onboard WiFi Remote monitored alarm There is some new carpets to get for the cabin and aft cockpit along with new curtains to match the seating colour better. Possibility for a new fridge that will reduce power consumption and have a bigger internal cavity space than the current and a new oven but the main thing is she is ready to go for the season so it will be nice to get some use and go exploring once more. Here is the seating which is a soft Sage colour in a hard wearing but smooth to touch frabric.
  14. 10 points
    I think it must be a generational thing, or maybe just living up here in Yorkshire. I love the small interactions with people I meet on the way. Not to sit and have a long conversation with, just to acknowledge that we are still alive and kicking. Loneliness is indeed a debilitating condition in lots of ways. Having lost Doreen, I am thankful for the interaction I have with workmates in my part-time job. To sit indoors without seeing someone for days, as many elderly frail people have to, would be a very grim prospect for me. I do think that loneliness is something you only contemplate when it hits you. It does not matter if you do not interact for days if you know there is someone waiting to appear at the end of it (if that makes sense).
  15. 10 points
    Nah, I'll still visit regardless I'm afraid, there's too many pubs to pop in to in Loddon and Chedgrave
  16. 10 points
    The escorting police motorbikes would have sunk , obviously
  17. 10 points
    Beautiful clear skies and projected 16c today
  18. 10 points
    Can someone warn the NHS that there will be an unexpected influx of forum members suffering from shock.
  19. 9 points
    I see we’re back to personal attacks on another member. That’s very regrettable, as there is actually some value in looking back at history. The forum on which that particular history is recorded was one of the first Broads Forums, if not the first. Many late-comer ‘little men’ don’t know of its existence, yet there is other content there that it would be unfortunate to lose. Broadly Speaking is moribund and could be taken off the Web at any moment and all that history would be lost. If nothing else, this thread has brought that forum to the fore and those interested on what went on before could do worse than explore it.
  20. 9 points
    Friday 8th February We were up at the usual time on Friday morning. Debbie took Harley for her walk and I had breakfast and went to get showered. What a godsend the immersion heater is, too. Our little fan heater had been set to low and on all night and had certainly kept the chill off. The pub moorings were not busy and we had moored side on, due to the weather and it certainly was windy and the sky grey and cheerless with heavy cloud cover. Debbie had breakfast when she returned and while she was waiting for me to finish showering, she had stated to pack. She went to get ready as I emerged from the aft cabin, feeling better for my shower. I started to move all of our bits and pieces from where we had stowed them into the saloon, so they were all together and when Debbie was showered and dressed, we finished packing our clothes, stripped the bed and moved all of our bags into the aft cabin to make it easy to get them out of the aft doors to pack the car. I topped up with water at the pub, as I knew from our experiences earlier in the week, that the hose at the kiosk at Brooms had been turned off. We had really been in no particular rush and by about 11:00, we cast off for the short trip back to the yard, filled up with fuel and had the required pump-out, which all together came to about £90. Bill paid, we moved to our berth, I packed the car and the wife vacuumed through MS. With everything done, we pulled out of the boatyard at about 12:15. We weren’t in any great rush to go home, so headed for Hoveton (for the pedants) and had fish and chips from Greys before heading for home. The return journey took about three hours, largely due to a combination of roadworks and Friday traffic and could have been worse has it not been for some local knowledge around Bedford, where I turned off the A421 and headed through some local roads home. No scenic photos on the last day – the weather was too uninspiring, just one of MS at her home mooring. That’s all for this trip – thanks for reading and your comments. Just looking forward now to April and another week on Moonlight Shadow.
  21. 9 points
    Tuesday 5thFebruary We woke on Tuesday morning and it seemed quite cold. I got up and turned the heating up before putting the kettle and immersion heater on, before pulling back the curtains to see what the weather had in store. I was surprised to see that the broad had frozen over and that the gathered seabirds and ducks were standing on the ice. The wife readied herself before taking Harley out and I hurriedly pulled some clothes on and went outside, armed with my cameras. As the dawn broke, the true beauty of the scene became more apparent, with the cold, blue hue being replaced by the golden light from the rising sun, hidden at times behind the patchy clouds and forming some wonderful photo opportunities. Debbie returned with Harley and commented on how friendly the people she had met on their walk. I stayed outside for a while longer, anxious to make the most of the light, taking plenty of photos. Before returning to the boat for breakfast, I went to the Harbourmasters office to pay for the moorings, had a brief chat whilst there and noticed an NBN calendar on the wall amongst the other posters and documents pinned up. I asked where the water hoses were and was told that one on the pontoon was still on and working, but we would need to move the boat to top up first. I returned to the boat to get showered, dressed and make breakfast. As we were frozen in, I cooked some bacon, scrambled eggs and fresh tomatoes, which went down very well indeed. It was about 11:00 before the ice around us had thawed sufficiently to allow us to move to get water, before setting off for Beccles. A work barge and a yacht had already ventured across Oulton Broad, so I picked a way slowly and carefully, using the clearings they had created through the remaining ice and by the time we reached the dyke, all signs of the frozen surface were gone. On the way to Beccles, the sunshine was replaced by cloud, but it wasn’t raining, so it wasn’t too bad at all. We arrived at Beccles yacht Station at about 13:00. The side nearest the road was filled with anglers (I later discovered that there was a match in progress), so It did my best to moor without causing too much disturbance on the opposite side. We wandered into town to get a few bits and pieces. I wanted to check the opening hours of the fish and chip shop and the wife wanted to go to the needlework shop. A quick glance at the sign in the window of the chippy was all the time I was allowed and then I had to cool my heels with the dog outside the needlework shop whilst Debbie decided what she wanted. I was amazed when she emerged about a quarter of an hour later without buying anything. We went to the butchers, the bakers and the Co-Op for other supplies before returning to the boat to relax. I went to the chippy later in the evening for dinner and returned with two of the biggest pieces of cod I’ve ever seen (with chips obviously), freshly cooked, piping hot and very tasty. The weather report was warning of strong winds on Thursday and Friday, which gave cause for some concern, but not enough to dampen our spirits. We watched TV for a while and went to bed just after 22:00.
  22. 9 points
    You know what this item is? Of course you do, it is the original helm taken off MTB102 last month. Looks in a sorry state doesn't it? So would you be if you had been out in all weather since the thirties. Skipper Richard Bassey reckons it is the first time it has been removed, certainly since MTB102 has been under his watchful eye. He had a right old carry on removing it, had to make a custom made puller to get it off. So the helm is now with me. I took it round to one of our 'Lads Week' crew in t neighbouring village (In fact he is one of our Skippers) who's hobby is restoring motorbikes. The reason that the helm is now in my care is that I have a huge soft spot for MTB102 and like to help out whenever I can. Last time out at sea onboard (Last year) I remarked to Richard the sorry state of the helm and why had it not been removed / powder coated? I got 'That Look' then - 'No one has volunteered to do it' Here was a chance for me - I volunteered for the job. So, our motorbike restorer will paint strip and rub down the hand pegs only to a smooth finish as they are heavily pitted. Then later this month it will go off with some motorbike parts to deepest Pontefract where it will be blasted then powder coated in black. Back to me where I will exchange some beer chits for the job. Back down to Norfolk, Richard to collect and then back onboard MTB102 where hopefully it will last another 80 odd years. Completed photo to follow in due course Griff
  23. 9 points
    Some northern bloke was re-tiling it, and boy was he taking his time.
  24. 8 points
    After all that wind and rain last week it was nice to take the boat out this afternoon. Don't know how it happened but I seem to have ended up moored at the Bridge Inn for the night by way of a change IMG_5315 by Jeff Cranwell, on Flickr
  25. 8 points
    Evening all! Day 3 ... mostly a grey day with some brightness at lunchtime but it didn’t last long. This morning we left Cockshoot Broad and headed for Ranworth to fill up the water. Three boats departed leaving just ourselves and two private boats at the staithe. Headed back to Horning where we moored on the public staithe for the first time ever! So lunch today was at the Swan Inn. Food was ok and the service very good. Having therefore spent the morning sorting out bits and pieces as one sometimes does, we departed for our overnight spot. A lovely cruise with the outgoing tide all the way to Acle where we then turned round and headed back to the Thurne. Lovely to pass our new friends on San Domingo 3 with a cheery wave and hellos exchanged along the Bure. Now which mooring to choose? Opted for Womack Water. Passed several boats coming out of the Dyke but found these moorings empty! So it’s another quiet evening as no-one else arrived. Yesterday we saw lots of kingfishers. Today we saw an otter. And this evening I am sat here listening to owls calling in the trees nearby. Wonderful!
  26. 8 points
    thats pretty normal in kent- called operation stack.
  27. 8 points
    I have NEVER EVER bought anything off of Amazon, and only ever bought 1 yes, that`s ONE thing from e-bay. I like to go to shops, look at what i want and see if it`s up to standard i`m after. I also NEVER EVER use self service check outs, prefering to use staffed check outs. How would people feel if they sat in an aircraft and flying abroad knowing the interior was built by robots?. I would be bloody livid, because i`d be out of work, and probably homeless because i could`nt pay the motgage and the bills, so would be evicted and on the streets. Please everybody, before you buy from the likes of Amazon and co, think how many people could be unemployed and living on insufficient benefits because people want something 10% cheaper. PS, i also like and shop at Screwfix, at least i can deal with a person, and be polite to them.
  28. 8 points
    I understand that a slightly revised planis being held in reserve in case the Blessed Authority cannot obtain the required land and/or funding ....
  29. 8 points
    http://www.broadsnationalpike.com/2019/03/wheels-fall-off-pikemans-folly.html?fbclid=IwAR18e2rZdQd_HgcGR2rWKgVrMZvFGXtLaFWv-6E4FyQzYJULSRuMWMo3f7Q Some very close to the knuckle comments from the Pike. Clearly some information from inside.
  30. 8 points
    Overstaying in the winter months. Imho live and let live. But don’t hog the electric point, some boat owners and hirers cruise out of season and may want to use the shore power / water points Griff
  31. 8 points
    Thursday 7th February The weather forecast had warned of strong winds for Thursday and Friday and just when you don’t want them to be right, they are!! I rolled out of bed at the usual time, around 06:00, followed my usual routine of kettle, immersion heater and weather check to see that the tops of the trees round the basin were bent over and the water, although we were relatively sheltered was far from millpond smooth. Not only that, but the heating on MS wouldn’t fire up, despite the repairs carried out at the boatyard following problems reported by shareholders on two previous weeks, so we had taken a small electric fan heater just in-case the problem manifested itself again. The boat soon warmed through, although the one pound credit I had topped up the electric post the previous evening with didn’t last long, but it wasn’t so bad. The wife took Harley for her walk, retracing the route we had followed the day before and I had some toast and marmalade. When she returned, I made her breakfast and went to get showered and dressed. Whist the wife readied herself, I called our home boatyard to report the fault with the heating and they suggested that I call in and they would get someone to look at it, so at about 09:30 I started the engine and cast off. The cloud cleared for a while as we chugged up the Chet, such a pretty river, but quite hard to navigate with the strong wind blowing Moonlight Shadow about, but by the time we reached Hardley Cross and the junction with the Yare, the cloud had rolled in again. We turned left, heading for Brundall. The river was as choppy as I can ever remember seeing it. White horses were forming on the waves as the formed. It was particularly bad from Cantley, where the waves were overtopping the quay heading outside the pub. As we approached Brundall, the small wooden aft cockpit cruiser we had followed the previous day from Somerleyton to Reedham was heading towards us, but with the canopy up this time. We arrived at our moorings and called the yard to say we had arrived. We were told that they would send someone straight away. We waited for about three quarters of an hour, before having our lunch, by which time no one had arrived and about an hour and a half after we had phoned, I wandered round to their office and asked if anyone was going to attend. A few minutes later, an engineer turned up and said that he hadn’t been given the initial message and apologised for the delay. He tried to get the heating to fire, without success, so disappeared under the floor (having first lifted one of the panels) and emerged some time later saying that no fuel was being delivered to the heater unit. He wandered off for some parts and fitted them without success. It appeared that the pipe feeding the heater was only drawing up air. Little wonder it wasn’t working then!! By this time it was about 16:30 and darkness was beginning to fall, so we said not to worry, we’d head off and spend the night at the Ferry House and return on Friday to end our week prematurely, so as to give them time to remedy the problem before the next shareholders arrived on Saturday. To be fair, the weather forecast for Friday and Saturday, was much the same as it had been on Thursday and although we were disappointed, it wasn’t as if we were missing too much of our break. By this time the cloud had partially cleared and the setting sun was creating some wonderful picture worthy skies, so I snapped a few shots on my phone as we cruised to the pub and moored in the same spot as we had the previous Sunday evening. There was still plenty of credit on the electricity post, so we plugged in and set the fan heater going. Moonlight Shadow was soon toasty warm and we relaxed for a while before going to the pub shortly before 19:00 for dinner. As ever, the greeting was as warm as the pub itself and we were soon tucking into our food. Finished, we wandered up the lane with Harley to let her do what she needed to before returning to the boat and our last night onboard on this trip. As usual, we had hot drinks before retiring for the night. Neither of us wanted to go home – we weren’t ready, but at least it wouldn’t be long before our next visit in April.
  32. 8 points
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  33. 8 points
    To me the fisherfolk are the "cyclists" of the rivers. Millions of pounds are spent up and down the country providing cycle lanes but still they use the roads! The anglers have staging / platforms constructed for them but still they set up right in the middle of a mooring. At Postwick during the summer they reverse their cars right up to the mooring out comes a tent, paddling pool, bbq and such and that's them for the weekend! I've seen a bloke sitting at Brammerton under a tent type thing plugged into the electric with a kettle boiling away while he's fishing. Now, you think he'd move if you wanted to moor? I think we should keep the closed season but just make it 40 weeks longer.
  34. 8 points
    I take it the CoOp now houses the Candlestick Makers??
  35. 8 points
    OK so the next stage of the work has commenced with a new window being fitted on the starboard side to replace a monstrous bodge from many, many years ago (pre our custodianship) which was a plastic window! Yes I know plastic windows god forbid have a sit down to recover. Phils men have made two changes. The window now opens and is glass. He has filled in p[art of it with some nice varnished wood pieces and made it look really great. I always disliked this window and it perennially leaked which lead to a soft patch inside which has also been dealt with. Phil also reports that Malanka has been floating by herself for five days now, is still dry inside and has not bilged once since the work was completed and she took up. Immediately before the work she was doing the emptying thing every four to six hours or so and since we have had her has never lasted more than two days without the pump being activated. So this is remarkable for us and very welcome, she now has three bilge pumps and is dry, just what the doctor ordered. OK now to the galley work. The plan was sweeping new work top, inset hob, with grill under and a bigger oven (two shelves instead of one) so no worries there I hear you say.. The pics that follow are the progress so far with the carcass of the beast being modeled before finishing and varnishing, I think the brief has been well and truly met and I can't wait to see the finished article! What do you think? Galley hole New cooker and hob New worktop arrangement Hob top lifted So this is work so far and we are really pleased with it. The new arrangement has no little nooks or crannies where bits of veg or peelings or crumbs can fall down into areas where you cant get em. Fridge will be boxed in obviously. See you all soon. Martin and Fiona
  36. 8 points
    So, just when I thought it was safe to enter the general population again...Gracie gets chicken pox. It turns out I've never had chicken pox, mumps or measles. I've had malaria, dysentery and a whole host of unpleasantness associated with a life 'roughing it' in 'forn climes', but none of the domestic type childhood illnesses. So an increase in my usual headache had folks worrying a bit. Not as worried as you guys will be when you discover my newfound fame as an 'International Fashion, Politics and Culture Correspondent'. Does anyone remember Jesse's Fashion Tips from the Fast Show? Jesse and I have a lot in common. This week I have mostly been wearing Creed. It turns out that my weird sense of humour if you can call it humour, and my tendency to write 'what I see' coupled with an ability to get dressed in the morning makes me a suitable men's fashion correspondent and I now have a monthly column in an American men's fashion and fragrance magazine. For those wanting to know...skinny jeans with rips are 'out', and the flowing lines of traditional tailoring are 'in'. The current trend of makeup and beards for blokes is meant to be provoking. Now, I don't know about you lot, but I grew up listening to David Bowie and watching Roy Wood's Wizard on TV. I hit my teens in the Punk era, went through the New Romantic era, into Ska, out the other side into heavy Metal and had a beard and hair longer than Gandalf until I was in my thirties. So, a bloke in makeup, with a beard, is not what I'd call particularly provoking. Although a male model mincing up the catwalk with his three sizes too big trousers at half-mast and a look of 'kill me now' in his eyes will cause me to snigger.
  37. 8 points
    Robin, you have over the past years had me glued to your blogs, you have inspired me to do things I never thought possible and have shared unselfishly information which has enhanced our holidays on the broads. Your passion for boating and the broads passed on for all to share is so appreciated. It would appear that this enthusiasm is now spilling over into cars, so now I'm going to repay you with my advice and experience in this area. Now, I know I struggle to get across the thoughts I'm thinking, but cars are a tool, everyone has one, they get us from A to B, we do not drive on loose gravel up mountain passes in sub zero temperatures, nor do we drive through muddy rivers in the outback and then go surfing. The car industry would like us to think we do. The car industry want your money and you see more than willing to hand it over, just slow down a bit. I throw my hands up in the air sometimes, it's just a car and I would bet good money you couldn't tell the difference between fuels or tyres and even if you could, where were you going today? London to Norwich, Mavis did that in her 2003 Ford Ka, it took her 10 mins longer than you, and she has saved a couple of Ks in her back pocket. I think / guess what I'm saying is cars are a waste of money, or rather, people waste money on cars.
  38. 8 points
    I don't really care much if I don't have or can't get a phone signal when afloat - But - My new customers do. If a client rings me wanting an estimate and can't get hold of me they are immediately ringing someone else, unless of course I've been recommended (Normally the case) in which case they'll leave a message or try again. So being self employed I'd prefer to have a phone signal if at all possible. This is the 21st Century after all, so I do kinda like having 4G and a tv signal too for that matter. Yes I realise I am now probably not a true traditionalist or a purist for stating that lot above, but I remember the 60's being afloat onwards, and I enjoyed them very much. But we move with the times folks like it or not. I am tbh quite enjoying it. What it means for me is more choice available, whether or not to use that tech and that choice is just that - my choice, it's nice to have the choice. Not for everyone I admit but how many of those traditionalists are still using gas lamps, through hull toilets, gas pad heating that produce massive amounts of condensation, petrol engines with separate throttle and gear sticks etc etc - Thought not! Griff
  39. 8 points
    Greedy money grabbing land owners !!! Hmmm, is it? I wonder ! Imagine this. you own a riverside field. You allow people to moor there in the knowledge that there is a shortage of bins on the broads. Choice 1. Do you supply bins (and swallow the cost) or accept that there will be a small proportion of boaters who will fly tip their rubbish there. You supply the bins (which out of the goodness of your heart, a service you pay for.) Also, You have to take out insurance in case someone hurts themselves. These days they WILL sue. So you decide to lease the property to the BA. They don't supply bins (It's not their job nor in fact their responsibility) So you supply them anyway (at your own expense) then you find you still have to take out insurance in case someone hurts themselves using the bins. As the expenses build you decide to recoup your costs from the BA. Thus far, you have provided a facxility at significant cost both financial and time and not received a brass farthing, so you decide to make some money from this facility. You are then accused of being a greedy money grabbing land owner. You close the lease, take back the land and stick up "Private, No Mooring" signs. Sound familiar? Most of us take our rubbish to proper facilities. Most of us use barbecues responsibly. Most of us take responsibility for our own actions. BUT Some do not. so moorings close.
  40. 8 points
    Firstly to Marshman, I agree. I can find little or no merit to either the article or the replies to it. To all in general... It is my opinion that there is significantly less traffic on the broads these days than there was in the 60s, 70s and 80s. There are many more private craft than there used to be, but as you know, they don't go out that often. I have been boating on the broads since the early 60s and well remember having to get to certain moorings early if you wanted to tie there, namely Horning, Ranworth and Sutton staithe. Many boats were big 40' plus jobbies. The main difference was the number of souls on board, eight being quite normal. These days many of the private craft are 25' or shorter. In the period I have owned a boat on the broads (since the mid 90s) it has only been a very few occasions I've not been able to find a mooring for the night. There are times I have had to wait at places like Ranworth, but 'twas ever thus.. To Robin I have to say, sorry matey, but I disagree with pretty much your whole post. I doubt there are many who want to see pay & display machines, and fewer still who want to HAVE to have a computer on board to pay their mooring fees.
  41. 7 points
    Washing Machines? - Pah Hoovers, now there's a topic worth debating. I use the Henry type for my daily use at work (Other types are available) However even they are not bullet proof. Had to buy a new one recently as the last one got married, It stopped sucking! Griff
  42. 7 points
    I'm not sure why everyone's being so negative, I think it's a wonderful idea. Boats need to be used, nothing causes parts to seize up more than being left for weeks on end. There's no problem that is unsurmountable if people put their mind to it. At the peak of the season most of the hire yards are empty so there must be plenty of demand there. The more I think about it, the more I like the idea. I'm sure insurance can be found, the marina only has to be told that it's family members turning up to use your boat. The BA are unlikely to turn down an increased toll. I guess the only thing left to be discussed would be the financial reward side of things. If the forum don't mind I'll kick off with advertising availability for my boat and I'm more than happy to donate a percentage of income to forum funds for the use of the forum to advertise the boats availability. I try and avoid the six weeks Summer holiday so my boat will be available for those six weeks. Please pm me via the forum if interested, nominating which of the six weeks you would be interested in. To make things easy I'll make it an all inclusive deal with parking for three cars, all diesel included, personal handover and even a pickup from the station if arriving by train. £10,000 per week with a 50% reduction for further weeks.
  43. 7 points
    Just by way of an update. I happened to be in Loddon for one night this weekend. As most of you will know it was a tad windy this past weekend. Was hoping to be able to tuck into one of the two corners at the Loddon mooring to be able to also secure a bow rope off to a nearby post. No such luck, both corner spots taken by long term overstayers. In total there were three overstayers at Loddon and two at Pyes Mill. Somebody mentioned earlier on in this thread that it has been muted that the charge be £5 per night. I wonder if there would be such frequent overstaying if the charge was introduced? £35 a week suddenly seems a fair chunk. I noted two other boats had overstayed at Brundall Church Fen and one at Bramerton. Off course if charges are introduced at Loddon and even Pyes Mill, will this not just move the problem onto the other free BA moorings making them more congested? Perhaps it is time for the BA to take proper control of this situation? I know it is a quiet time of the year and whilst these eight boats have overstayed, there is still space for others at this quiet time of year. However without a home mooring, the best that can be achieved is that in the high season they keep moving on within 24hrs, but ultimately they are going to land at another 24hr mooring somewhere, so which ever way you look at it, there is more or less permanently 8 24hr moorings in constant use and therefore not available to those who require a visitor mooring when away from their home berth. The hire yards get charged a multiplier on the tolls for their boats. Perhaps the same should apply to any boat applying for a toll that cannot provide proof of a permanent home mooring for their boat? The extra revenue raised could then be used to fund some additional moorings to provide extra capacity. It may not be a popular move for some, but personally I'm getting sick and tired of paying all my dues, toll, insurance, home mooring, only to find the upper Yare to be almost impossible to moor at during the high season. Whitlingham and Commissioners Cut and to a large degree Bramerton always heavily abused leaving a large chunk of the Yare with little visitor moorings.
  44. 7 points
    Ahhhhh, open top sports cars.... there's nothing like the feel of the wind in your wallet
  45. 7 points
    Enjoy this absolute classic image of the Broads from over a hundred years ago. Big sky, as we have today, but where are the trees? Back then the Broads landscape was controlled by man, the character & heritage of the Broads was created by those who lived by navigating the rivers or worked the marshes & fields. Today miles of riverbank are blanketed by trees, the Broads is a very different landscape. Things do move on, developing as demand requires. However, neglect can also take its toll. Open water is a part of our heritage and tradition.
  46. 7 points
  47. 7 points
    I think you have misunderstood me. All I meant was that if you have a part share in a boat then you have a definite responsibility to do your best to get something fixed for the next owners. It's your boat after all. And on occasion, from the holiday tales I have read, that means sacrificing a day or two of your holiday if there's a problem. Mouldy did say that they would end their break prematurely on the Friday. Yes, hirers can encounter breakdowns as well. And yes, hirers will naturally have to do their best also to get to somewhere where an engineer has land access and can come out. We've done that ourselves three times but only been inconvenienced for a couple of hours. I wouldn't expect to have to end my holiday early in order to give the yard time to investigate something for the next hirers. Just a slight difference.
  48. 7 points
    I`m not going to turn this thread into a government election manifesto, But my belief is that this country is being run as a democratically elected dictatorship. We have`nt had a government elected to represent the electorate for decades, but nowadays, all we have the opportunity to do is elect a government that we want to tell us what we must do and accept. Politicians no longer stand for election to represent US the electorate, they stand for election by the electorate to represent a particular political party or system, not that there`s any difference between them these days. Something elsei will say is that no matter whether an authority is in the wrong, any higher authority will flatly refuse to take them to task in front of the general public, they all look after themselves. In short, Authority will always protect authority. I don`t trust ANY politician, i think they`re ALL lying thieving crooked scum. Having put my honest point of view, i doubt i`l contribute to any thread about government politics etc, as i get hot under the collar and say thing some people may not like.
  49. 7 points
    The Nancy Oldfield Trust have been sailing throughout the winter. Not every day has been as nice as this !
  50. 7 points
    Cars, like most things, are simply a matter of personal choice surely. Any of us lucky enough to be able to choose the car we enjoy driving doesn't have to justify that choice. It's also good to remember that, just like boats, sometimes a good choice is not for the obvious reason or the advertised benefits. I drive a 2l petrol 4 wheel drive CRV with a Sports Auto box and all the trimmings. I don't need such a car but for certain reasons it was a treat and a "one of" expense and I love driving it
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