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  1. 6 points
    Enroute back from Sutton Staithe Boat Yard to the big smoke. After 4, 12 hour days which have taken their toll on me, I have a better understanding of the devotion, time, effort, skill, mates, money and of course love that goes in to owning a woody. Thanks to Charlie, Robin Et al. That showed me some new skills and let me loose on their boat with a hammer and chisel. Very brave. it made a nice, if knackering change from tapping away at keyboard all week, and I learnt loads! It was great to put some more names to faces forumite-wise and great to see so many people coming to help or offer moral support. Long may it continue! Now for a nap on the train.
  2. 5 points
    Off topic but as was mentioned earlier in the thread an update on the Broads Boat Company at Acle Bridge. All boats in water and some had a new, neat 'bbc' motif on the bow. Also the cafe / store on the opposite bank was due to reopen this week. Fred
  3. 4 points
    Thanks Yes Tonight...
  4. 4 points
    I turned up having driven straight up after work Friday, I didnt get the chance to take many pictures. among the many things I did was measuring up the skeg to produce drawings should a replacement ever be needed, working on the heater, getting it positioned, ducted, exhaust connection etc, it fought us every inch of the way, one of the ducts to the rear had split where it came through the bulkhead, so this had to be re-routed to gain an extra 2 inches to get it further through to connect to the undamaged section. planing hull patches down ready for sanding, cleaning up the area to be welded, it was non stop from 8am until i had to leave at 7.30 pm, i had a good 3 hour run home, so just have to get everything I need to do this weekend done in just the one day.
  5. 4 points
    We moored there last year on our first night. Such a lovely mooring. Had a deer visit us early evening while I was cooking tea which was great to see. 5:30 am was really really peaceful. Just sat with a cuppa waiting for the mist to clear before setting on our way back up to Wroxham. Felt like rest of the world was sleeping and we had this magical spot just to ourselves. Actually what am I saying ..... It's an awful mooring spot .... Definitely not to be recommended 😎😉😃
  6. 4 points
    Hi, Nope, everything is far from ok. To much to explain right now. We will make the water on Monday as we have to. Deadlines for the yard and ourselves come Monday and Tuesday. Everything has been fighting us. Doug came to help as did Grendel, their help was invaluable. Also had a mate from home plus the wizard. Londonlad since Wednesday. JA visited and proceeded to do some welding for us, he needed the practice 12 Hr days every day. Get into Sutton Hotel for 2015 nightly for dinner. I’m sleeping soundly every night but I hurt. Hands are a wreck. Just to give you one scenario , increasing the counter balance weighs for the sash sides took 14lbs in weight and there are four of them. Start to finish? 48 man hours, it was horrendous Heating system? Fired up at. 1800 only today. That was started Monday morning Hull - tomorrow will be final sanded on repairs then final primed where required and anti fouled with boot topping applied I’m sat here in the Bar having at last had a shower my eyes are sore, my hands are cut I ache all over Raring to get stuck in tomorrow as per the norm. I’ll do a proper write up with photo’s next week Don’t even mention the hull water ingress underneath the engine. That cost me a day and a half and I never even had to touch the hull p to rectify it Griff
  7. 3 points
    Sorry off topic again but quick reply to a very reasonable question. Briefly not been in for ages, most least visited pub, just the opportunity really so wanted to have a look. As mentioned above never, again. The Surlingham Ferry wins hands down and I agree, one of the best pubs on the Broads. Back on topic
  8. 3 points
    it seems I only had time to take pictures of the skeg as I was measuring it up to make a drawing. you can clearly see the part cut out that needed replacement parts welded in, it was surmised that something had at some point caught in the prop and caused the damage there, thus allowing for the rust to set in.
  9. 3 points
  10. 2 points
    I think you will find this development is connected... https://www.hoseasons.co.uk/boat-holidays/waveney-scorpio-bh2609
  11. 2 points
    Good to hear all is ok at BBC, back off thread why the heck were you at the waters edge??? You were a couple of miles too far upstream for a proper pub, maybe chaos at the ferry but always friendly!
  12. 2 points
    well you know I talked about those deck lights and how small they were at 1/12 scale, well after a long trip from china the led's have arrived, the wires are hair fine, the led's themselves are tiny. but stick them on a 3v supply and they shine out.
  13. 2 points
    Started out about 6 this morning sunny and quite warm at Ranworth but then the sun went in and it became quite cold. Here are a few pictures on our way down to stracey arms. On the way it hailed. Sent from the Norfolk Broads Network mobile app
  14. 2 points
    How is it looking t'up Norf Steve? It was a lovely Somerleyton for us last night.
  15. 2 points
    Wherry Hotel in Oulton Broad do breakfasts. One of the best breakfasts on the broads is Auntie Pat's. Just check the age of the sausages first...
  16. 2 points
    Was there today. It's coming along but behind schedule - too much rum in the coffee methinks
  17. 2 points
    Nice boat but I think I might be just a tad disappointed to find the rather primitive flavel two burner on a boat for that sort of money!
  18. 2 points
    Ok so it’s the week before Easter and I’m not actually afloat but thought that anyone waiting for holiday reports might like a quick look at Oulton Broad this morning. Not many people around in the cold wind! Not even any sailies out on the water!
  19. 2 points
    I reckon these days it's the only time the contestants can honestly say they've "pulled"
  20. 2 points
    The period when we had glass hulls and wood superstructures might be considered. This is a Moores Griffin/Bourne 35.
  21. 1 point
    We took the bulbs out of the original light fittings on our boat and replaced them with LED panels or, in the case of the berth lights, direct LED replacement bulbs. No difference in external appearance, little difference in light output or quality but with much less drain on the batteries.
  22. 1 point
    i'm up for tug of war - tie the rope round me and I will be anchor.
  23. 1 point
    It certainly does, I can almost smell the Pernod from here :-)
  24. 1 point
    I think the most important thing for the moment is not the general age of we members, it's whether or not we are going to play the tug'o'war. That's not a snipe at your post Hytlander, it's just something that I believe needs sorting ASAP. So folks, Please respond as to whether you are up for it or not, just to help our Polly.
  25. 1 point
    I don't know. It was certainly a twin in 2007.
  26. 1 point
    Here is the issue, I need to go to a lot of time and trouble to sort this option. If members think they don’t want to get involved then I can cancel the initial moves I have made and I will not mind at all, it’s one less aspect to organise. We would need about 10 pullers to make it worthwhile. Broads 1, please be assured this isn’t because of your first post. I intended to ask for this information about now as part of the planning. Ball in your court guys.
  27. 1 point
    It was nice when it was like a wild mooring, you moored at the other side the lock gates were all over grown with bramble etc. and you had to walk across the field through the cows into Coltishall
  28. 1 point
    Fear ye not. The forecast for Easter is good. Warm. Temperature in the high teens. Trust me.
  29. 1 point
    I have just seen the certificate awarded to the Lion Inn Thurne for winner of Pub of The Year 2019, by East Norfolk Camera.
  30. 1 point
    We hired Royall Stuart back in 2005 I think it was but it was a double in the aft cabin, did they change it?
  31. 1 point
    I’m fairly sure someone mentioned this chap on here before which was how I found his channel. Simon, A Bloke In The Woods. I highly recommend his videos.
  32. 1 point
    Dropped in on them Thursday just to say Hi, put faces to names and have a nosey, didn`t stay long as everybody was busy busy with wood, cables or copper pipes.
  33. 1 point
    Nope quite similar but Royall Stuart has twin cabin in the stern and a smaller saloon. Nice boat though, I hired it back in 2007.
  34. 1 point
    Look what's just come up for sale. https://www.nya.co.uk/boats-for-sale/ernest-collins-35/ I remember it been for sale in 2004 i think it was, my dream boat, and still is.
  35. 1 point
    I remeber a couple of years ago late on a staurday watching for the first boats coming back to Horning, seeing the green nav lights rounding the bend before New Inn only to be dragged slowly back by the tide, repeated several times until one got light whisp of air to them going. I guess that where the skill come in!
  36. 1 point
    I tried that once, and ended up here !!!
  37. 1 point
    Why change the light fittings, Just replace the bulbs with LED ones. Norfolk Marine has a good selection, and "Warm white" is as near to the original bulbs as makes no difference.
  38. 1 point
    The one thing I lament the loss of, artery's allowing, is proper fried bread! Fried in the bacon fat and then the egg on top of that! Afraid toast is not the same at all.
  39. 1 point
    Isn't it funny how sometimes a completely random, unexpected event can awaken a memory of so many years ago? I had cause to drive up to Edinburgh today to fulfil a promise I made some years ago to attend the opening of a friends business. Today was the day it finally happened and so rather than take the easy option of flying I decided to make an early start and drive. I left early, very early. My plan was to put Newcastle behind me before the day was truly awake then stop for breakfast at a favourite haunt just of the A1 south of Berwick Upon Tweed. All went to plan and it proved to be an enjoyable day if fairly uneventful, but long. Very long. With three hundred miles between me and home I was glad when the formalities were finally complete and after a polite amount of socialising I made my excuses, and my escape. I left Edinburgh just before rush hour really got into full swing, allowing that busiest time on the roads to pass me by as I chewed up the miles on the A1. By the time I made it back as far as Newcastle rush hour would be over. I had toyed with the idea of visiting Lindisfarne on the way home. It is a special place for me and somewhere that I have not visited since my mother passed away some years ago. Sadly the crossing times for the causeway were not favourable, so as I passed the Beal turn off the A1 I made a silent promise to visit again soon. Sadly, my favourite transport cafe on the A1 is no more. A victim of the recent road improvements which have left it severed from it's passing trade by thirty yards of grass and a fourteen foot bank. The building stands empty now, awaiting the onset of dereliction unless some other use can be found for it. From the boarded windows with the word “CLOSED” whitewashed across them you would not believe that just a few short years ago it was the place to get food on the A1. So now I am devoid of ideas on where to find food, and since that triple sausage bacon and egg full English went down at eight o'clock this morning I have eaten precisely two blinis with something on which claimed to be caviar but tasted more like tiny balls of wallpaper paste and a mushroom vol-au-vent which was close to inedible. I pulled off the A1 at Coxhoe and found a takeaway. The Pizza was about as good as the earlier canapes and the coffee was warm and brown but I doubt it had much to do with the Coffea plant but I was too hungry to turn my nose up at it and still a good three hours from home. So I swung the car around and headed back to the A1 and set the three pointed star on the bonnet for home. And here comes that random moment (you didn't think I'd forgotten did you?) By now the sun has set and the sky is a beautiful pale orange turning to dark blue. It isn't really dark yet, it's that brief moment of evening when, even on the motorway it's a sheer delight to be out with the roof down. At that moment the digital radio station I was listening to played Xanadu, you remember? Olivia Newton John and ELO. Instantly I was carried back to the summers in Norfolk, a memory so strong I could almost taste it, almost reach out and touch it, almost but not quite. It sent a shiver down my back. I'm sure the water leaking from my eye was a consequence of the freshening breeze blowing round my spectacles. I categorise my time in Norfolk in to two distinct eras. The first as a child, which ran roughly, I would guess until I was around eleven or twelve, then adolescence, when the focus of our attentions changed. As a child the focus of our world was Oulton Broad, the water itself, the park and one or two other locations we hung out. As we grew older that shifted more to Lowestoft and to Heathland Beach. During the last days, in fact the very last summer in Norfolk Xanadu was the big summer hit. We played it on the beach every night. In truth there are probably three eras in play, I discount the one which pre-dates my memories though there were several visits to Camping Boats in that period. My very first memory is, in truth not my own but afforded me by that pensieve which is elder siblings. It recalls that occasion when as a tot dressed in wellington boots and duffel coat I was enjoying splashing in the puddles by the landspring drain which ran through the site until, inevitably I splashed in a puddle which was not a puddle but the creek itself. I disappeared from site momentarily and as I bobbed back to the surface my eldest sister grabbed me by the hood and dragged me to the bank where I was hauled back on to terra firma.
  40. 1 point
    We are trying to keep our Broom Skipper as original as possible, even the 1970's light fittings are staying. The original fridge sadly is going to have to go as we cant get it to work.
  41. 1 point
    Not sure if she really counts as a Classic but definitely my pride and joy
  42. 1 point
    I would agree with you there, myself having had two Hampton Safaris, The first one a MK 2 And now I have the much rarer MK 4 Of which only three were built the first one had an argument with a bridge and is now much altered, the second one still survives In good condition and resides on the southern Broads, mine is still In original gel coat but the hull itself is painted which has just been freshly done and the top Compounded and polished, I haven't got pictures of this since the work was done but include library pictures, so do I consider this a classic yes by its very rarity being the last boat that Hamptons actually built and fitted out themselves and where ever possible when doing work or repairs on the boat I have kept faithfully to Alex Hamptons original plan and not bodged or changed things unnecessarily.
  43. 1 point
    By definition : A classic is deemed to be an outstanding example of a particular style or with a timeless quality . IMHO I feel that the material used to achieve said standard is of no or little consequence. I would certainly regard the Hampton Safari as a classic as I would the Bounty “bathtubs”, and certainly the beautiful “woodies” such as Broad Ambition , Nipper and Malanka along with many others should also be considered as classics as should be the entire Hunters fleet of yachts and Martham marinas wonderful boats. By my definition above then I would also consider Cerise Lady to be a classic of her type but as I said it’s my humble opinion and others can and no doubt will disagree.
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  45. 1 point
    so its now the turn of the mudweight winch, a couple weeks back at the boot fair I had picked up some radio control bits, amongst which were a couple of small motors with gearboxes, I decided to print some winch drums and see how they went. after that it was a case of testing, on 6v one motor was making about 60 rpm, the other about 8rpm, after taking a couple of gears out of the slower gearbox that too was up to about 60 rpm. I do now need to make a spacer for the gearbox that replaces the two gears I have removed
  46. 1 point
    The joys of a biodegradable boat. Enjoy the repairs, I'm sure you will despite the grumbles. It is nice to see someone willing to keep the old styles going. I have to repaint the nonslip areas this time or wear spikes on deck. paul
  47. 1 point
    tonight was the night to trim the windows, so rather than struggle the hinge pins were knocked out and the windows cut down and sanded.
  48. 1 point
    That's the exact point. Swancraft used Alpha moulds and fitted them out to a very high standard. As Alphacraft have now gone the moulds seem to have been taken by Barnes Brinkcraft so whether they they will allow any out or any other yard will want to deal with them remains to be seen. That's why Alpha based craft are in such demand on the hire side and are so sought after privately. Alphacraft knew what they were doing and in my humble opinion no one has produced a mould to match them since. It's all very sad.
  49. 1 point
    Before the next instalment I should like to congratulate those who have made it this far. If you stick around a little longer then I promise that my Hinge and Bracketesque "random jottings" will begin to encompass the Norfolk Broads, especially Oulton Broad and the Waveney Valley as seen through the eyes of a schoolboy. I'm writing this as I go along, and although it's all in my head somewhere, finding certain bits of it takes a little longer than it once did. Please forgive me if the interlude between instalments is sometimes a little longer than would be polite. If you are expecting a new edition of Swallows and Amazons then accept my apologies now and return to your daily life before I cheat you of time irrecoverable. Our adventures were, in hindsight somewhat more mundane. There will be no mysterious castings off to investigate, no tales of derring-do as we attempt to evade the attentions of hullabaloos, though, as you will see, Arthur Ransome had a big influence upon us. I woke early this morning, as I always do, if you can call it waking. Sleep is a luxury mostly denied to me now. Days are punctuated by brief periods of restless recumberance, itself perforated by nocturnal wanderings between bedroom and bathroom. Titter not, you will find out what I mean one day. My early rising did however afford me a glorious sunrise this morning. Firstly, as I always do, I checked that I was still breathing, I consider that my main goal in life. Each day that I can "tick that box" is one more minor victory. Another night successfully negotiated. Was it Edgar Allan Poe who said "Sleep, those little slices of death. How I loathe them? There would be little for him to loathe in my nightly routine. Last night was clear and crisp, very crisp in fact. The garden was icy this morning, shining bright silver in the half light which all too briefly perforates night and day. Standing in the sack yard on top of the old "coal hole" puffing away on the "e-cig" gadget which some years ago replaced the Woodbines I stood and watched the first promise of the day to come as the sun rose between the two plane trees at the bottom of the orchard. It was quite a Stonehenge moment. It was about then that I decided to pen this minor interlude. Originally it was my plan simply to divest myself of each episode as and when they became available, inflicting them upon an unsuspecting world through the vessel of your wonderful site, without comment or explanation. This morning I changed my mind. I do that a lot just lately. So at this point I would issue a word of warning. Some of what I write, if not much of it really happened. "The stories are real, the people are real", oh golly, too much daytime TV me thinks. To that end the names have been changed, what do they say, to protect the innocent? On this occasion it's perhaps more a case of protecting the guilty, but either way changed they have been. I have watched this site for many years, awaiting the moment when it seemed germane to dump this diatribe upon you all and I am aware that there are those amongst us who will know the area and the time, and perhaps some of the people in my story. One or two here I may well have met during the period covered. I would ask that if anything thing, or anyone seems familiar then ignore that familiarity and just go with the story. It will all make sense in the end. Sense? Who am I kidding, but stick around, nonetheless. Finally I should like to issue two apologies. Firstly for the somewhat coarse manner in which I ended the previous episode. A vulgar and unpleasant word however you didn't know the dog. No more polite descriptor adequately portrays the vehemence of the flatulent pyrotechnics of which that animal was capable. And secondly? Please excuse any errors of logography, my grammar and spelling are not what they might be. Occasionally I may invent word which doesn't, but which in my head should exist, hopefully it's meaning will be clear by the context in which it sits. All my life I have been a little dysexlic, though I try not to let it show.
  50. 1 point
    Travelling any distance took planning. It wasn't like it is now. I can get in my car today and be anywhere on the Broads in around three hours and a single tank of fuel completes the 360 mile round trip twice. If I don't have enough fuel I'll pass at least six filling stations in the first ten miles or so from home. In the early 70's we didn't pass that many garages on the whole journey, and they opened “office” hours. Saturday morning if you were lucky, never on a Sunday. A full tank would just get us to Oulton Broad with enough leeway. Three hours was a pipe dream, the journey took six on a good day, on a bad one it could take eight. There were no “improvements” on the A47 in those days. No dual carriageways, no crawler lanes, no straightened sections. The climb up Rutland's Wardley Hill could be murderous. Lorries laden with coal and gravel from the mines and quarries of Leicestershire could make no more than walking pace up the narrow, serpentine three mile ascent. The road passed through every town and village on the route, bypass was a word still alien to our language. Every village had it's crossroads, towns had traffic lights. Travelling was stop start, stop start. There were motorways, the M1 had opened some years earlier but mother would never use it and no motorway went anywhere near Norfolk. At least some things never change. For us, the adventure began on Friday afternoon. It was straight home from school and into the back of the car. The first car I remember was a brand new Ford Escort 1100L 2 door saloon, hired from our local Ford dealership and nicknamed “Silver Fox” after it's paint colour. Two adults in the front, three kids in the back and a rather portly and often flatulent dog in the back window. A boot full of everything but the kitchen sink and a roof rack on top with father's vast array of fishing tackle. All that and the grand total of 40 horsepower. Even when you found a bit of “open road” progress was never rapid. I often wondered if mother, who was the driver in our family, father never learned, was grateful to those lorries on Wardley Hill as I doubt we could have gone much quicker if they were not there! The first point of note on the journey, for me at least was Peterborough. Dad's parents came from Rutland and he had family across the county and through Northamptonshire and so we visited those places quite regularly. Mum would borrow her sister's Mk I Cortina to take dad fishing with a visit to his parents afterwards. Many a Saturday afternoon was spent at the tea table in Nana's dining room watching the Wrestling on World Of Sport on their second, yes second TV. The one in the lounge was even colour! Peterborough was different though. We never came this far other than this one time each year when we were going on holiday. This was the start of foreign territory. Exotic began here. The next place of interest was the small village of Thorney and fish and chips for supper. Well a bag of chips between the three of us kids anyway, I told you times were hard. A bottle of Corona Limeade washed them down, that being dad's favourite. We would wait until the pop was gone so dad could return the bottle and get the thruppence back on the empty before resuming our travels eastward. The reason for our Friday departure was the content of the roof rack, the fishing tackle. Dad would never pass a river, lake, pond or even muddy ditch without wondering what he could catch from it. He was a keen angler, more than keen even. He was an international match angler, fishing alongside the likes of Ivan Marks and Roy Marlow in an era when the top anglers didn't need make up, lights or sound engineers. One of the many clubs or associations he belonged to held fishing rights on the Rivers Welland and Great Ouse and the drains of the Middle Level so once we reached Wisbech we turned off the A47 and followed the A1101 through the pretty village of Outwell and to our destination for the night, Salter's Lode. Dad's aim was always to be set up and ready to fish before darkness fell and would fish through the night with the aid of his faithful “tilley” lamp. I was a great disappointment to my father. After two daughters he was delighted to finally have a son to share his passion for fishing and shooting but that wasn't the way I was wired. He would drag me along the bank and show me how he was setting up, how he was going to fish and what, hopefully, he was going to catch. I watched with feigned interest but mercifully was considered too young to spend all night on the river bank and so for me it was back to the car to bed down for what sleep we might manage. Mother would have the thermos out and tea made, all the good things in life seemed to be accompanied by a thermos flask. Meanwhile my sisters would walk the dog along the riverbank allowing for his night time ablutions. And so to “bed” dear reader. My eldest sister would claim the passenger seat due to the hierarchy of age leaving me and “middle sister” to fight over the rear bench seat. We always had pillows and blankets in the car so we could get reasonably comfortable. We watched the deepening black of the sky as sleep came slowly to us. And then the dog farted.
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