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  1. 44 points
    Dear New Private Owners and Hirers I am writing this letter to you to get a few things straight and put your minds at rest. If you are thinking of buying or hiring but are a little put off by stories you might read, you know the sort of thing, Stag and Hen Boats, Pirates, inconsiderate people who bash into other Boats, people that run their engines at silly o clock, etc, etc. I will tell you this does and can happen but are very few and far between, except maybe in August when obviously there are a lot more people on the Broads because of kids holidays and the like, if you were to encounter any of the above it's always best to have a polite word at first, if you are met with a complete moron, phoning the appropriate Authorities and having a camera to hand is probably a good idea. Killing them is not On the other hand you could probably meet some pretty fantastic people both in the hire and owner camp, who, if asked will give advice on mooring, tying your ropes, what to do in an emergency etc, etc. The bits I really like are the friendly waves as you are motoring along and someone calling out "Lovely Day", or being moored at a riverside pub and get chatting to another group on holiday and exchanging tales of how wonderful you are at the helm and couldn't possibly make a mistake, so if they needed any advice, just ask The very best bit of all is that 99% of the people you will encounter are in holiday spirit and each and every one of them have a love affair with anything Broadland, love and respect the place as if it belonged to them and if they were to get into difficulties (which can happen, even to me lol) will do the right thing by all concerned So, buy or hire that Boat, you don't know what you're missing, here's to safe and happy Boating Yours very Sincerely Grace Forumites, as you can see it's my lunch break, got fed up with my salad so thought I'd write a little letter to try and balance things up a bit It's not all bad is it? lol
  2. 36 points
    So a lot has been said about all sorts of things not connected to the point of the thread: Independence so I will be getting on with more editing tonight of the Blog that I filmed of the delivery trip so we can shortly have that to watch and comment on. for now I wanted to share this video with you all and encourage everyone to please 'play nice' and think positive because I don't want our Moderators who have so far been really cool and fair to have to become a bit more firm it is after all just about a boat :)
  3. 36 points
    01:14 just finished the first rough edit of the latest update - I have a problem it is 2 hours long! So a four part series it has become..I will post part one sometime tomorrow. In the mean time here are some photos: People are welcome to their own opinions and views and I love it - because without differing feelings, passions and view points we would live in a very mundane world and I like the fact whether you agree or not with something I say or do, the fact that thing I did or said caused someone to feel something (good or bad) I think is good because it encourages dialogue, and feelings to be shared. I know that words typed can, to some, take on a meaning the person who typed them never meant to convey, and had they said it face to face with body language and tone in voice added into the mix come over so very differently. This thread, this web or words and emotions was and is literally and extension of the videos - the videos anyone can watch and yet here you get all the little updates, the banter and behind the video commentary. I remember years ago when I would talk about what I would do if I owned a typical ex-hire boat - re-fitting interiors, putting in a generator, electric everything, air-conditioning you name it and anyone who read it was left feeling much the same "but why would you do that?" and here we are in 2018 and I never did get the ex-hire boat but I have Independence. The name alone is a give-away: Doing my thing, in my way without asking permission first, or being lead this way or that by any particular person - nobody at all has had any say or influence on this one bit from the first boats I began looking at to moment I paid for it. Even the boat choice is 'random' it is like a 21 year old lusting over a BMW M3 and if they could, they would love one and then there would be me at that age turning up in a Vauxhall Senator and everyone thinking I had lost my mind but being more comfy with it's sheer size and oh that velour trim! I don't follow others, fashions or others ways, so being the age I am and of all the boats I could have bought going for a Trader 535 Sunliner just does not 'fit' when you see the usual type and age of person who usually are owners of these boats. I am sure I will make mistakes, some I will learn from, others I may repeat a couple of times before it sinks in not to keep on repeating them - if this all fails and in 12 months time or I get bored, have enough, did not work out for me then I won't feel bitter or disappointed one little bit - I caused it to happen, and shared my experiences with others and the wider world with the Blogs. So feel as you wish, say what you like but the biggest surprise to some has been the fact I don't really care what happens long term but I ma loving the ride and sharing it. I know it may not make sense to spend out on a complete warm air heater install and then openly think "well it will do for now" it should not 'do' it should be as good as it can be and last and last, but I know me, and I am sure it will all come out and get replaced with something bigger and better and more suitable which makes no logical sense but that sums me up. So for goodness sake do not learn from me, copy me or think I know what I am doing - just follow along and enjoy the ride, or cringe at the back eyes half closed seeing it as a slow car crash unfolding before you either way it's a right good way to spend a bit of time in the evening seeing what has happened next.
  4. 35 points
    Well, as you are all aware, we are here. I ache everywhere. 1). Haven bridge operates are covering / waffling - I call it LYING and I’ll explain why later 2). We got alongside Town House Quay for 1600 after a hell of a lot of stress, pushing ourselves and Indy to do it, all that way from Dover Marina to Haven Bridge 96nm in the worst seas since Plymouth - well chuffed 3). Robin onboard, met us on arrival 4) Me and Howard sorted out 240v - now all to the good 5). Thank you one and all that have offered encouragement / complements to Team Indy it’s appreciated 6). A thanks from me to team Indy, you were great 7). Big thanks to Robin for allowing me to skipper Indy - a great privalige and honour My boy Dale will be here sometime this evening to drive me, Howard, Brian, and Wizard Home. Work for us in t morning Personally - (I will do a proper write up and reply to your posts I due course). I am so disappointed that team Indy do not get to take her over Breydon up the Yare to Brundall. Out of the whole trip that was the one leg I was really looking forward too, the icing on the cake, the reward if you like, the chance is now gone, never to be repeated. Four day terrible sea trip plus a maintenance weekend with all that entailed, just for the prize to be cruelly snatched away right at the death. Gutted Anyroadup, I wish Robin and volunteers a great trip tomorrow. Griff
  5. 33 points
    The Lounge has been changed to the Broadscot Lounge in respect of Iain (Broadscot). Regards Alan
  6. 32 points
    I'd like to record how much I love this forum. Sadly my wife have become increasingly upset with the amount of time I spend posting here, and not paying attention to her and has issued an ultimatum. "It's me of the forum"! So sadly it's time for me to say farewell. I'll be back in a couple of hours when I've finished packing her things and driven her to her mothers. Don't do anything interesting without me.
  7. 31 points
    There is one point that a small few in here are missing. The same point is being missed by a lot of more but not all of them there salty social sailors over on the YBW. I have obviously kept up with this whole thread. I have read the YBW thread from start to finish only today. Now tell me I'm wrong (I'm sure someone will take great delight in doing so) but exactly where has Robin ASKED for advice then? As far as I'm aware, he hasn't. So how can some gloat / criticise when 'Their' advice has been ignored? Can someone explain that one to me? I do geddit when someone thinks their way / knowledge is paramount above everyone else's, posts up their holy advice - it gets ignored (As it was never asked for in the first place) - Result? said poster throws teddies because his god given holier than thow advice has been ignored! Robin now and again does ask for advice, he tends to do that face to face and is a good listener. What he is really good at though is doing his own research then making a decision on what he gleans from said research. That's his way and it works for him. What he has also done is have an idea, then a dream then turned it into an adventure, then the Captains Blogs and took the whole lot of us along for the ride FOC. He has not done this for personal gain either monetary or fame, what with his camera gear it has probably cost him to do it. (I know it cost me as I ran out of data and had to spend £15 to top it up to keep everyone updated whilst we were out at sea) He has done it because 1) He wanted to and 2) he was capable of doing it. I for one like the majority of forumites are pretty glad he did to. So when the salty (And some fresh too) know-it-alls start banging on about how he has ignored their advice, just agree with the statement, don't rise to it like I have done and reply with just one question, it's a very easy question, it fact it has only just one word and it goes like this AND? And FWIW - Robin was never lucky with his crew. It was planned that way PPPPPP. The crew - I can set that one straight too. Hand picked by yours truly Myself - Well you should all know by now so not going to start banging on about my previous life or current quals. Howard (Bro') - Chief Tiff but originally a MEM(L) that means marine engineer with heavy Electrics then qualified as a nuclear watchkeeper on Polaris then Trident propulsion / generation etc 24 Yrs in the RN. Experience on FPB's 54 years as a Broads sailor, 11 of which owning 'B.A' A red hot navigator although not officially qualified Brian - 27 years as a Crabfat, only experience at sea is fishing trips and the Indy trip, but plenty of Broads experience. However being ex-military knows how to step up to the plate in the face of adversity and when instructed to do a task, does just that and won't stop. (He is also an retired policeman too) Pete (Wizard) Has his own sea fishing fast launch runs out of Grimsby (Well two of them actually) oh yes and a canal boat too. Plenty of Broads experience as well. Pete knows the sea and how to respect it And as for half the crew going down with sea sickness - Makes it sound like there were only two of us operating - It didn't happen like that, you will have to wait and see for my write up. But if we had been down to just two of us, we could have carried on quite safely too. So to the doom mongers and those so badly hurt because Robin did it his way and ignored their advice he never asked for (Mainly over on the YBW) I have a grown up response Griff
  8. 31 points
    Thanks! We hear good and bad stories about most other yards as I sure other yards hear about us. At the end of the day we are humans who are subjected to attitudes from others that sometimes grate. The vast majority of the time, we all get on fine and, mostly, when someone gets up our hooter, we can rise above it, smile and say, "yes, sir", "just be a moment, sir". But then there;s the occasional one who tells you that you told him to do something in a particular way that then totally buggers something up when you know that you said the complete opposite. You know you said the opposite because you know that the way that he has done something causes a four hour waste of your time and the fact that you've told hundreds of people over the last eight years the same damn thing. Then he utters "You don't know who I am" and you're ready to tie him to a mudweight and heave. This all after he complains about the upholstery being dirty and smelly (the very upholstery that is has not had any customers use it since its recent manufacture). Yep, I can relate to being rubbed up the wrong way and on this occasion, I am embarrassed to admit, I lost it with this Aussie who was simply abrasive from the start. In general, being nice to someone, even when you feel aggrieved at something, is probably the best way of getting the solution you want. Sure, things go wrong and we are available to put things right. People have bad days, we all do. We often get people complaining about something at the end of their holiday that has not been reported prior. It is frustrating for everyone concerned as the customer has had an experience they found annoying or worse which has impacted negatively on their holiday. Additionally, we have to deal with something we were unaware of often on a turn around when time is short and this impacts the whole yard and could delay incoming customers. There was the customer who swore blind (at the end of his booking) that most of the cabin lights didn't work (but his children rebuked him buy saying that they were working last night and at other times). So, I walked on board, turn the light switches on and there's light and no problem. He's simply not seen the standard light switch on the entrance to the rooms (how this is possible remains a mystery). He complains about having to check the oil, header tank and filters every day and justifies this comment by telling me he works with jet aircraft engines as though they are in some way related to a 1960s designed 35hp pushrod diesel engine. He complains about a particularly nasty storm managing to get through a window and wetting a bed. Sorry, but I can't stop horizontal rain. There was absolutely nothing wrong with his boat, but as he had endured multiple concerns without ever calling us to get clarification or solutions, we wasn't happy. In his head, we had provided a rubbish boat. In our opinion, he made one mistake - he failed to call us. One call about the lights and the problem is fixed; the other issues simply gave him ammunition for the non-problem about the lights which started off his unfortunate experience. So, if any hirer experiences a problem, they MUST call the yard to inform them. Indeed, it is also vital the READ the skippers handbook (we provide it by email with your booking documents). Informing the yard of a problem or concern is vital. A constantly running bilge pump is an indication of a fault - either the float switch is stuck (in which case, the pump may overheat and seize, flow a fuse and be useless should there be a need for it later) or there is water coming in causing the float switch to rise and pump away excessive water). Neither of these two scenarios is desirable; both potentially dangerous. Now, a customer may argue that they are not to know the significance of things. I agree, which is why, if you have a concern, report it to those that do know the importance either to put your mind at rest or to attend and inspect/fix. We might also expect a customer to point out that there shouldn't be a fault in the first place. I can't disagree, but the world of mechanics, electrics, engineering and so on are influenced by factors beyond our reasonable control. Communication is the key to a solution in all cases. None of us are psychic and those that claim to be are often anything but. At base level, Freedom and other boat yards are selling memories. We want your memory to be a great one so that you come back for more great memories.
  9. 30 points
    Independence has now completed at Brooms taking on fuel. She will be shortly moving to her new mooring. The AIS now disabled. So apart from getting her alongside Robin and Independence are now at their new home. Thank goodness for that! Some adventure eh? Griff
  10. 29 points
    I just wanted to say this out loud so speak. You see we may not be the biggest of Forums for boating, but I have learnt in the last few days, what a really good bunch of people we have here. You can post just about anything and get helpful, constructive support or advice or ideas and everyone will chip in and share their opinion. It is great. I won't say which, but I joined a couple of other Forums to ask some questions and the snide remarks and general reactions I got as a new poster just showed what a nice decent place the NBN is. You are not taken for a fool here, or judged, you are not looked down upon or made to feel foolish because of something you may have asked being simple so well done - it just goes to show when you look about outside our community how harsh others can be.
  11. 28 points
    It's hard to believe that those halcyon days of endless summer spent on the Norfolk Broads are the best part of a lifetime ago. I sit in my armchair and gaze into the garden, rain making patterns on the French windows, grey clouds scurrying across the distant horizon. I have reached an age where I need a list to remind me to buy milk and bread when I go shopping. A small device in my pocket the likes of which once seemed beyond science fiction reminds me of the correct day to visit the Doctor and renew my various prescriptions and once in a while allows a family no longer nearby to check up on me. A call to see if it's worth spending a stamp on a Christmas Card or whether it's more prudent to invest in dry cleaning their funeral outfits. For all my great age and frailty I can still close my eyes and recall the names and faces of those days in Norfolk, recall them as if they were only yesterday. The man on the radio plays a tune, it's “Tracks Of My Years” time, I like that. It reminds me it's time to think about lunch. The intro sounds familiar and as the band begin playing I recognise the song we danced to so many times on those sultry evenings on Pakefield Beach, dancing, swimming and sitting around the driftwood fire, it's flames glowing blue green as the salt coloured them. They were carefree days, days of wonder and enlightenment. Everything was possible, everything an adventure, but I let that adventure die before I realised how magical it really was. Summer holidays were the one luxury our family enjoyed. Every year the money was scraped together somehow for our two weeks in Norfolk and Suffolk. Times were hard back then. We didn't think of ourselves as poor, in fact both my parents worked and we were better off than many in our local community but still there was “not much to spare” as my mother often said. She worked in the hosiery factory at the top of the street, my father was a carpenter. They paid the mortgage, sometimes with the aid of ten bob from a helpful grandparent, put food on the table and provided us with clothes, which sometimes fitted. We had no car, in fact in our whole street their was only one car, the scary man at the top of the road who worked at the bank. The street was for playing football and cricket, undisturbed by traffic. We did however have a television, and that too was one of very few in the street. Father's brother was a television engineer, remember them? Try explaining to the youth of today that when your TV broke down a man came and fixed it, or occasionally took it away in the back of his van if the repair was too involved, for it's return to be eagerly awaited like the delivery of a new baby in the family. Our TV was one which it's previous owner had given up having repaired but which Uncle Bill had pulled back from the brink of oblivion. It was black and white, of course, and it had buttons to switch between 405 and 625 lines depending on which channel you wanted to watch. There were three, can you imagine finding something worth watching with just three channels? To change the channel you had to twist the dial, little pieces of stamp paper marking the approximate location of each station. I was the remote control.... “lad, put BBC2 on” my father would say. During school holidays kids were left at home. That was the way. There would be somebody “on duty”, somewhere in the street. A non working mother maybe, or an older sibling. “If you need anything knock at Mrs Morris's” mum would say on her way out to work. I don't think it was ever said, but it was understood that you only disturbed mum at work if it was really serious. In truth we were not really “home alone” as we would be out playing all day. It seems almost unimaginable today, but kids played together outdoors back in those days. Half the things we got up to would probably have snowflakes from Social Services banging at the door nowadays. We climbed trees, built dens, made fires to bake potatoes on and if someone had got a ball we spent the afternoon in the park. Children of different ages played together, can you believe that, but there was a pecking order. The older kids decided what to do and the younger ones were allowed to tag along. Of course the school holiday we all awaited most eagerly was Summer. Nine weeks of freedom. Almost long enough to forget your teacher's name. Being factory workers my parents both had set holidays, when the works would stop and most of the county boarded a bus (our railway line having fallen victim to Dr. Beeching's axe) for Skegness. But for us, it was a car, hired, borrowed but never quite stolen and the A47 eastward East to Oulton Broad ……. to be continued …..
  12. 28 points
    We are the new owners of marina quays,and the river front is going to be the first part of the project including moorings for Holliday boats and residential alike. the dredging has already been done along the full length of the site,next is a big clean up new parking electric hook up,and renovating the old control building. hoping to be open for business in the new year.
  13. 27 points
    Kenneth Grahame writes “Believe me, my young friend, there is nothing - absolutely nothing - half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats.”. A little bit like the Mole, I ventured out of my hole and sniffed the late spring air. It had been a tough winter of coughs and agues, sneezes and diseases, wobbly legs, a jiggly hand and an errant and wayward cakehole. But spring was finally here and my white whiskers twitched with excitement at the prospect of adventures to come, for our granddaughter Gracie was making her first trip to the Norfolk Broads to meet Royal Tudor. Deciding who was the most excited about the impending trip to the Broads was going to be difficult. Gracie had packed her small suitcase the day we announced the trip. Walking Gracie to school became a chance to answer her questions about boats, boating and the rivers. 'Boat fever' was something I didn't mind catching in the least! How best to describe Grace? Six going on twenty-six. Bright as a button, very, very astute, long fair hair, tall and as limb-lithe as her name describes. Our walks to school were full of talk of ducks, otters, life-jackets, types of boats and pirates. 'There are no pirates Timbo, only those near Africa!'. There's no fooling Gracie! The day of departure finally arrived and after a fitful night's sleep, I of course overslept by half an hour, the day dawned bright and sunny. A quick coffee and after walking the beagles Ellie and I started to pack the QQ for the journey. Soon we were leaving 'Big G' three-quarters of an hour later than we intended with Gracie wedged in the back seat, the beagles in the boot and the QQ full to the gunwales with luggage and bits for the boat. We made our way via Doddington and Harmston to join the Sleaford roundabout. Just after the stretch of dual carriageway, Gracie was feeling travel sick. More I think due to Grandma asking if she was OK than actually feeling ill. So when I managed to find somewhere to pull over Gracie became my front seat navigator. I introduced her to the game of Pub and Church cricket. A game quite difficult to play since the demise of the public house. The rules are simple. Passengers take it in turn to 'bat'. A church with a square tower is '6 runs'. A pub name or it's sign provides additional runs to the number of 'legs' stated or depicted. So the Canary and Linnet pub provides four runs. The Carpenters Arms would have been no runs but the sign depicted two 'carpenters' holding up the arms so this was four runs. A church with a spire means that you are 'out' and the next passenger starts spotting to score. Due to the lack of pubs these days, windmills were substituted as three runs. Playing Pub and Church Cricket, Gracie reading the names of places on the Sat-Nav and handing out the mints, we were soon over Sutton Bridge and into Norfolk (According to Gracie the Bridge counted as fifty runs and brought her score to 367 not out). I stopped at the services at Swaffham, where Ellie realised what crap service we actually got from eateries at home. While Grace and Ellie went into McDonald's I sat outside with the dogs, the staff offering to bring my food outside while the ladies sat in comfort. Fed and watered we got underway again. As we drove along Gracie got more and more excited as I pointed out landmarks that were increasingly boat related. Down the new Broadland bypass, turn right for Wroxham and over the bridge and a 'wow' from Gracie as she saw the busy river and the boats. We stopped at Norfolk Marine to buy Gracie her life jacket. We were pleasantly surprised expecting a price tag of £50 plus to be asked for £25. While I waited with the 'beagle boys' Ellie and Gracie popped to Roy's for some last minute shopping. “They should call it rob-dog Roy's” Grace announced upon her return to the car clutching a new 'word search' puzzle book. “It's ever so expensive!” there's still no fooling Gracie. On our way again and we finally arrived at Stalham. Gracie was incredibly excited. The first job at the wet shed was to take the 'boys' for a well-earned wee. So Ellie, Gracie and I walked down the footpath behind the sheds while the boys stretched their legs. Back at the wet shed, I stopped by the two wrecked day launches parked on barrels outside. Gracie's face was a picture when she thought fleetingly that one of them was Royal Tudor. Just inside the shed, Dave (Janet Anne) was varnishing Uncle Mike's boat Chameleon. We made our way around the jetty until we, at last, reached Royal Tudor. Gracie was full of gasps and wonder and finally delight. It was love at first sight! While Ellie and Grace pottered around exploring RT, putting away the groceries and starting to clean, Dave and I did some catching up and waited for the chance to sort out the stern gland grease. We found this had already been done so Grace and I made a run to Tesco for last minute bits too expensive in Roy's, like beer, wine and batteries for Gracie's night light. In Tesco, Gracie looked thoughtful. “No, he's not a pirate.” “Who?” I asked her. “Dave. He might look like a pirate, but he's too nice to be a pirate. Besides, he doesn't have a wooden leg or a parrot!” “Ah!” Did I mention there's no fooling Gracie? At last with Royal Tudor fully provisioned and with the day waning rapidly, I made final preparations to get underway. By this time I was getting quite rushed, hot and bothered. I dropped RT's cockpit, took away her connection to shore power, started her engine, let loose the warps and we nosed out of the shed! Flags flying we made our way out onto the river and Gracie was elated! It wasn't long before she was acting as 'lookout' spotting birds and boats. As the river widened Gracie was even more amazed. “It's the first time I've ever been on a boat on a big river!” Gracie exclaimed. I was waiting for the look on her face when we reached the expanse of Barton Broad. As we made our way out onto the broad Gracie gasped. Both Barton Broad and Gracie's face were shimmering in the evening sunshine. What a glorious, glorious sight to see! “Believe me, my young friend, there is nothing - absolutely nothing - half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats.”. Part Two soon!
  14. 27 points
    Oh, I do apologise Kadensa if you were offended. I will, of course, await moderation of my forum post from the team. I will, of course, suspend immediately my work for the NBN while my position is reviewed by the team. I have taken the liberty of reporting my post as you have not done so. In the meantime perhaps you'd like to share exactly what 'such a person' you think I am? Feel free I don't mind in the slightest. Of course, I am speaking as an individual here, shame? After stroke number nineteen in February, I'm up at 6 am on a June morning washing my own soiled bed linen so the carer won't notice. You see it may have escaped your attention but I tend to belittle and do my best to laugh at life's little niggles and speak and write precisely as I find. Dressing it all up in wishy-washy liberal descriptors is in my experience ridiculous. A very good friend of mine laughs uproariously when faced with a caucasian trying to describe his 'colour'. He's never seen such a stupid state of affairs. 'I am BLACK' he will roar. In a similar vein, even though I've suffered brain damage, my face sags, I have a pronounced limp, one hand and arm won't work properly and I'm doubly incontinent... I don't have a problem being described as a cripple, proud to be classed as an idiot by MM and Ray, called deaf as a post or one that made me guffaw yesterday a 'crumbly'. I got 'spaz' the week before, last year's 'spavined' was a classic not heard in a long, long while. You see sat at the end of that tailback... I am a decrepit wrinkly with my hands clasped at ten past ten, nose peeping over the wheel of my adapted 'spaz car' praying everyone gets's a move on so I can pitch my tent near the loos and showers and I don't have to pull over to change my drawers again before I get to Norfolk. I'm quite aware of who and what I am, will do my damnedest to overcome what life throws at me, ever willing to talk about what it's actually like to those that are worried, and I will do so with a smile on my face and my tongue planted firmly in my cheek...mind that could explain my slurring and speech impediment when I get tired, it might not be the strokes at all! I will await moderation.
  15. 27 points
    Paladin, I respect your posts and marvel at your perfectly concise structure when you write. For many years I have read things you have shared and admire how you can, through wisdom and a true grasp of our language alone, win an argument without actually turning to unpleasantness. I may not agree with your opinions but I loved your style. I am not on your level educationally, and I don't have the time to go over things before I submit them - I am at work, I log in here, post and depart then come back later when I have a moment. You however have something actually very precious on your side when you write - time. Time to compose, to think, to re-read to submit. Time to research to plan and coupled with your quick mind and dry humour can get to the parts others would love but simply cannot. But this time, you've assumed and that is always a sticky wicket to be on. For those who now will interject and say I did not need to explain myself, its ok - I've got this. I have been spending a great deal of time and money of late on Broad Ambition and I have been doing a lot more at work, and then in the evenings I have been between two properties sorting my late Fathers items out and dealing with Solicitors so far as his Will is concerned and a very prickly beneficiary. I've been sweeping my emotions to one side and yet calming my Mum down who has found out the man she had a child with and lived with for the best part of 40 years had lived a double life, had a flat that was kept secret from both her, me and the lady he was having the long affair with - his secretary who is now a beneficiary of his Will and has learnt of my Mum's existence recently too along with a host of other professional and non-professional friends who had no idea I even existed! You see I've been a little 'stressed' recently but have been putting a brave face on things. On the day of my dads funeral Charlie had ridden his mighty Tiger down to London to be there, now that is commitment because he then rode it back to Norfolk to begin working on Broad Ambition that evening, and a few hours later I too was then off up to Norfolk to help complete the works that we had begun the previous weekend because I don't like to let my friends down and I stand to my word. Please don't therefore assume things - because you are far from the mark on this one. I am not being rude to people I do not know, I am simply sharing an experience that I found rather amusing and at the same time almost 'cute' because the way some of the staff at the Broads Authority are. I am not saying they are bad at all, simply that I being from London and dealing with large companies on a daily basis am used to a certain way of being dealt with and pressure, those working in the Broads Authority really do seem apart from the rat race - its nice actually not to have a call centre or a queuing system and pressing numerous buttons to try and get to talk to someone and I was sharing my light hearted take on something. I was being funny. As for saying "I don’t understand why anyone would want to visit an area of which they hold such a low opinion" you could not be further from the truth - I am actively looking at property to buy in the Norwich area, so this is far from someone that just enjoys visiting the area, he likes it so much he wants to move there.
  16. 27 points
    I would just like propose a vote of thanks to the Boss John, the Tech Team and the Mod Team, for all the hard work they put in, in keeping this forum up and running. Its not just what we see its also all the hard work going on behind the scenes that takes up not mere minutes but hours of all the Teams spare time. I would like it go on record that they all each and every one have my vote for what its worth. Teams Charlie
  17. 27 points
    Should we be concerned? The Broads National Park. Not a National Park, but part of the National Park family. A bastard family member. The word has been used not in its rude derogatory sense and should not be construed as such. The Oxford English Dictionary tells us that in the informal definition it is a difficult situation or device no longer in its pure original form. National: Basically common to the Nation. To us all. The Broads National Park relates to this. It is difficult for me to understand it's ability to address issues which effect us all when it is an organisation which is autocratic amongst a dynasty of autocratic organisations. Organisations which have no elected representatives or indeed accountability to "the little people". Why am I concerned. I will try , but is a difficult area. Earlier this week I passed the Woodbastwick mooring opposite The Ferry. A favourite mooring for many. Now, festooned by no mooring signs every ten feet. The board walk from this mooring to Cockshoot broad........now impassable. Once a delightful walk for those with limited mobility, for children to run ahead to enjoy the joy of the dyke which runs from the Bure to the broad. Water lilies, fish,dragonflies, birds. With the evening sun setting in the West on a summer evening it has to be one of the most iconic views in broadland. As it was so many generations ago. Now denied. Great Hoveton Broad. Discussed. But no conclusion. Well not for me, or for many of us. A travesty. For some, a satisfactory conclusion, without much effort, to the exclusion of the majority. The Thurne Mouth moorings, the Beccles mooring, from the Sailing club to the yacht station. Lost. Is there no end to this desecration of that which we hold dear. A loss which will be difficult to recover. This forum is unique, in that it has never pretended to be the best, the largest, the foremost, or indeed the official forum. It is what it is. A gathering of people, who collectively, contribute towards perhaps the most intense, concise contribution, of knowledge, experience, within the Norfolk and Suffolk Broads. It has achieved it's position by impartial judgement by its contributors, by a carefully manipulation of humour, opinion, and in many instances controversial matters. A position of excellence. I can think of no equal or indeed superior media within our community. We are not an autocratic, or indeed a democratic body, laissez fair perhaps, concerned for the legacy that we leave behind to our grandchildren and their children. Will it be: We should We could But we didn't. I hope, I sincerely hope that is not how we will be remembered. Old Wussername Andrew
  18. 26 points
    Susie and I saw that, on Anglia TV last night. Dr Packman, sitting there in a half decker, complacently telling us how much better the Broads are now, and all the problems that have been solved by him , since the bad old days of the 70s and all based on an Anglia exhumation of a film called "No Lullaby For Broadland". I have always tried not to be personal about Dr Packman when talking about the BA but this is a dirty trick. A punch below the belt and I now lose all respect for him. Are you sitting comfortably? I will tell you a story. . . . . Television journalism can be biased in whatever way they want you to see things. In the late 70s there were problems on the Broads - no doubt of that - but the gutter press had jumped on it and blamed it all on the hire boats and the holidaymakers. In other words, biting the hand that feeds you. This was all brought to a head when Anglia TV produced this film. It was adopted by Friends of The Earth (FOE) who championed it as their cause for the "natural beauty" of the Broads. It all came to a head at a public meeting held in Norwich Guildhall in 1980, chaired by someone awfully senior - it may have been the Lord Lieutenant - to discuss the problems of pollution, as well as the bad press which was killing the tourist industry upon which the Broads depended. Standley Bushell attended on behalf of the River Commissioners and I attended as a director of Blakes. Standley and I, in public meeting, succeeded in convincing Andrew Lees of the FOE that they must dis-associate themselves from this film as it was a gross and disgraceful misrepresentation of the truth. We also persuaded him that we were actually on the same side as he was! Lord Buxton, the then owner of Anglia TV, heard about this two days later, watched the film and ordered all copies to be returned at once to Anglia House and destroyed. If you Google it now, you won't find it. But you will find the press cuttings which decried it and vilified it at the time. What was wrong with it? It simply used camera tricks to portray what the film company wanted you to see. Easy to show rubbish strewn on the bank - just get the film crew to throw it there and then film it, in several different locations. Yes, they were seen doing it. Likewise dead fish, floating belly up in the "polluted" water. Just buy some fish from the local eel fisherman that morning, place the same fish in several different locations in the reeds and then film them. How do I know this? Norman Webb, the eel fisherman from Horning, was a friend of mine. he told me about it. Even David Court, the MD of Blakes, complained on TV that he had seen the same dead bird filmed eight times, in different places. The shot of a lot of "rubbish" dumped all over a "river" bank was back-filling for the new quay heading being built in Porter and Haylett's new basin in Wroxham. The film crew must have been trespassing on private land to get that shot, as Porter and Haylett never gave them permission. And what about all the shots of the overcrowding of boats? It may occur to you that these are all long range telephoto shots taken down a long straight river. But do they represent the Broads as they really were? It's easy, isn't it? If you want to show a seriously overcrowded river, just go down the other end of Horning reach with a long range telephoto camera, and film the mixed one-design start of the Three Rivers Race! Sure enough, you will film an overcrowded river. But is it a true and faithful depiction of the Broads as they were? Of course not! Also very easy to show bank erosion caused by excessive wash. Just make the excessive wash with your own camera boat! The point is, that this disgusting and in-excusable "investigative journalism" brought about a drastic recession in the Broads tourist industry, from which it has never even half recovered. Yes, there were other factors, such as dear old Freddie Laker and the "global economy" but for Dr Packman to now grasp this wonderful opportunity to profit from an obvious "leak" by Anglia TV after 40 years, is a cheap trick. So what has really changed? Water quality, is the big one. But this would have been improved anyway, by measures already in place. It had already been proved that boats were not the problem, as pumpout toilets had been put in place (by the boatyards) about 8 years before this film was made. The problem was farm fertilisers and local domestic sewage works. As the water quality improved, so the reed fringe grew back and protected the banks from wash erosion. But none of this was anything to do with the BA! It all happened years before they were created and even today, it is not within their remit. So they cannot glibly congratulate themselves for it. What else has changed for the good? Not a lot really. You can't get under Potter Heigham, or Wroxham, bridges any more, in boats that were designed to do so. The north rivers are just as crowded as I remember them but with less moorings and no more boatyards (discouraged by early BA policy) so no services, very few pumpouts or rubbish bins, very little mechanical repair service - you name it! As I see it, for Dr Packman to sit there in his sailing boat and try to tell us how marvellous it all now is, in this fairyland that he has created for us, based on a film previously banned as being a gross journalistic lie, is astounding arrogance.
  19. 26 points
  20. 26 points
    Sailing boats are just like cyclists; you are not allowed to hit them no matter how crazy what they are doing is. (Yes they probably do think they are saving the world too.) Fortunately they are a lot easier to spot than cyclists on account of the mast and sails. Like some of the nerdier cyclists they may stick their arms out from time to time, unlike cyclists they probably don't mean that they intend to turn that way, outrageously they probably mean you should turn that way! If you or they don't know what they are going to do next it's best to get over to the right hand bank, slow down and pretend that you are interested in a lesser spotted warbler you just saw. Drive on the 'right' (starboard) hand side. Boat snobs call this 'passing to port' you know the type, they are the ones that know which way to pass the port at the dinner table, are always asking if you know the bishop of Norwich with a snide tone and then insist on pouring it in your glass! I digress. This does not mean that you must stay over on the right side of the river it just means you should pass other boats as if you were driving on the right hand side. So you can enjoy driving down the middle as if you owned the entire river as the oncoming traffic is closing on you at at most a whopping 12 mph. Parked boats and the grumpy fishermen actually prefer this as they can get on with their 'activities' without being unduly disturbed. Boats steer at the wrong end. Like fork lift trucks, boats 'oversteer' all the time. Just like driving the infamous German sports car this can be fun but you do need to stay on top of it to avoid 'shaking that ass' into the scenery or other boats. Not all the bridges are high enough for your vehicle to fit under. They also sneakily change height, something to do with the moon they say. So just because it was fine last time doesn't mean it is this time. You need to figure out if your vehicle will go under a bridge every time you do it. To add insult to injury, some clown has put all the rulers near the bridges upside down. Apparently this is normal for Norfolk. Some bridges are such a liability you have to stop and ask a local to drive for you. Just like in a car you are not allowed to fish and drive. Unlike a car you are allowed to drink and drive however you should keep in mind that getting out of the car does not usually offer a drowning opportunity, whereas getting out of the boat almost always does. Grumpy fishermen, try to steer clear of these ones however if you have to use it, you do have right of way and normally you have the right to park where they are fishing. Just don't use it as a last option as they have a nasty habit of keeping a ready supply of strange things to throw at you if you really annoy them. Parking is a bit more difficult as unlike a car there are no brakes to make it stop or stay where you put it. Before you say it, leaving it in gear doesn't help either. However engine braking does! You should be instructed in stopping and parking when you pick your ride up. Either way you do have to learn and remember to tie it to where you want to find it next time. Just as importantly but more easily forgotten, you need to remember to untie it before you leave. The main thing to remember though is that just like in your car, if you get into a tight spot while parking, flooring the throttle is unlikely to lead to a favourable result. Speed, just remember why you came; to to take it slow for a bit right?
  21. 25 points
    those who were at the wooden boat show this year may remember the auction for the artwork,framed, of the poster of the show, having been outbid i asked the artist (member victory v)to do a painting of my boat for a donation to his charity.collected it today and even found time to spend money in THE ORIGINAL BAKEWELL PUDDING SHOP WELL IMPRESSED thanks david even visited a proper national park
  22. 25 points
    Monday 14th May This is a tale of my 4 night hire of Brinks Jazz(4) as a solo sailor, which commenced Monday 14th May. I need to preface the account as to how I came to be hiring solo. My wife and I have been holidaying at least once a year on the Broads since 1973 and it's always special for us. Last July I lost her which has turned my life upside down. We were due on Silver Symphony on the 16th June last year. The day before she developed abdominal pains and needed an emergency operation which took place on the 16th. She was recovering slowly but eventually contracted hospital acquired pneumonia, and being so weak following the operation was not able to fight it off. The months since then have been hard but thinking of what's left for me, and taking a little inspiration from ChrisB and others on here, I called Silverline and they agreed to let me solo hire Symphony for a week on the 22nd June. This is still the plan. A few weeks ago I came across a price for Brinks Jazz which worked out at £365 for the 4 nights including fuel and damage waiver for the 14th May. It had been heavily discounted. I had always wanted to experience a dual steer cruiser to get that "upper deck" view. But as Doreen could not swim, I did not like the idea of her clambering on the outside decks to get to and from the driving position so we always hired forward drive cruisers. I agonised over how I would feel without Doreen but eventually decided to take the chance that it would be OK. After all it is only a month or so before the Symphony holiday and I was going to have to face it then. So I booked Jazz 4 and decided as it was only a short break I would travel down from Leeds by train. We used to travel by train many years ago so this would be a change and avoid me making the 4.5 hour drive down twice in the space of 5 weeks. Interestingly I found that the first class fare was just £1 more expensive than standard class. So first class between Leeds and Peterborough with plated breakfast and coffee at my seat, then standard class from Peterborough as there is no first class accommodation from thereon. I arrived at Wroxham station at around 1pm and took a slow walk down to Barnes as I thought I was very early for takeover. By 1.15pm I was in Barnes reception and surprised to find that Jazz was ready for me. Stepping on was mixture of curiosity and sadness but not overwhelmingly so. I unpacked then went back to reception to obtain my life jacket, which was one of the self-inflating types. We have our own at home but clearly it was not an option to bring it on the train - unless I wore it to travel in! It would have been redundant anyway unless someone left the toilet taps running. I was surprised also to learn that the life jacket was not fitted with the auto-inflate mechanism when it gets wet. You have to pull a cord which is less than desirable in certain circumstances. Within minutes the handover chap was at the door to talk me through everything. At around the same time my grocery order I made through Asda was delivered - perfect timing. On learning I was a regular cruiser, the Barnes chap proceeded to inch me out of the little bay that lies just under their Sail Loft. Jazz was the second in of 5 boats going out that day and it takes two people to squeeze the boats out and around other bows. It reminded me of pushing one of those frozen ice lollies out of its wrapping. I did not want to set off for my destination that day (Horning) as early as I was hoping to moor outside Ferry Marina when their takeover boats had departed. So the chap placed me on the outside - riverside - so I could go as I please. At around 2.30pm I departed the moorings using the "flying bridge". It would prove the easiest vantage point to see myself in and out of mooring spaces. That first manoeuvre went well so it instilled me with confidence. You have to consider that this was my first time sailing solo and initially I found it un-nerving. A slow cruise down through Horning brought me to the moorings I was aiming for at Ferry. One boat had just pulled out - obviously still under tuition - which left two spaces, thankfully together at one end. I reversed the boat in, not without the small drama of having to cope with a strong breeze trying to carry me away. The strong breeze was to be a feature of my time on this trip. Safely tied up, the kettle went on and I sat back and relaxed watching the river traffic go by. Later that evening I walked along to the Ferry Inn for a meal and to get off the boat for a while. It seems the Ferry Inn raises different emotions in people but I would always return. It's somewhere Doreen and I returned to each time we were on the Broads. Memories came flooding back but in a nice way. I had the 10oz rump with all the trimmings and it was very nice. I moved nearer the lounge window after the meal and settled into reading my paper and observing the different sets of people before retiring back to the boat. By 11pm I was plum tuckered and retired for the night. Sorry this is so long. When I started it I imagined it would only be a few lines and some images each day, but I thought it right to "set the scene". Anyway, more tomorrow. Norwich Yacht Station - from Norwich train station Brinks Jazz 4 is the last boat pointing towards the Sail Loft
  23. 25 points
    Heavy sigh.......there are kids being blown up in Syria mindlessly the homeless and many a lonely oap has just sat through a nasty violent cold snap .many a family will be worried sick about paying the gas bill when it drops through the letterbox come on people lets have some perspective and let the thread drop off the end of the page finny
  24. 25 points
    As I read the thread the boat came with a no expense spared impeccable history also the hand over at the previous owners expense with Robin was done by the company that looked after this boat - it then got a shake down by the Stalham Navy to make sure they was up to standard - which it was before she was put to sea also here on this forum the credentials of the crew was widely know - had the been a free passage up for grabs then the list would have been too long with regards Robin having a wobble - then it would not surprise me for one minute.......his world has been running at ninty mph for the last few weeks and we are all only human anyway the boat is where Robin wanted her . I hope he can now chill out and start to get the feel of her and enjoy at his own pace - you simply cannot buy experience you have to put the time and I think the broads is the perfect place to cut your teeth with such type of boat - so Robin enjoy oh and can we stop all this shite and get back how this thread was intended to be fuming Finny
  25. 25 points
    but what the heck, Easy for you to say, it messed up Team Indy's plans no end. Missed the Breydon / Yare trip which we were all looking forward to more than any other leg of the trip, that was to be our reward if you like. Plus my boy had further to drive to collect us and a longer journey home for all of us. By the time I got into bed with a full days work the following day booked in we had been on the go for 22 x Hrs, of which eleven of those hours were tough, eight of them especially so and for what? It put Robin onboard overnight single handed having to tend ropes / tides etc, then having to ask at short notice for volunteers from the NBN (They were the lucky ones) to be onboard early the next morning by 0700 to get Indy ready for the lift at 0730 as promised which never happened. The volunteer crew could have bimbled along for 0930 and still had plenty of time in hand. But the real biggy was Team Indy having a 'Call the hands' at 0400 for a 0500 departure, battling huge seas (Well huge to Indy) initially during a night navigation to GYA when we could have run for a safe haven on numerous occasions as Robin suggested. That is just some of the consequences - There are others plus a host of questions But what the heck. While I'm not having any of it. If I let this one go, the Haven operators will just become even more blasé and start treating river users as a nuisance or second class travellers. I'm taking them to task over it and hope it will benefit all of us A very annoyed - Griff
  26. 25 points
  27. 24 points
    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.
  28. 24 points
    In light of recent events and to clarify the situation for those asking, the Beccles Wooden Boat Show is an independant event that takes place over Beccles Carnival Weekend, normally the third weekend in August. The event is a private gathering of a group of like minded individuals. There is no intended connection with any organisation, forum or company. There is no entry fee, no club to join, no membership fees to pay, no hidden agenda, no commercial sponsorship and we have nothing to sell. The only thing attendees pay is their mooring fees. On years when a mooring discount able to be offered that is passed directly onto the attendees and when a discount cant be secured the normal mooring fees are paid. The event is financed by me and me alone. That is my choice. It costs me roughly the price of a good meal out for four and lasts two days!!! Why? Well I dont drink, smoke or keep maggots in the fridge. I do, however, have a passion for these old woodies and this is me indulging my passion and, in the process, recreating what Beccles yacht station once looked like the way I remember it back in my youth. A line of glorious boats covered in varnish. I call it a boat show because we encourage those attending to open their boats up for each other to have a look round, to 'show' them. There is also a fun quiz that has a question on each boat attending which again encourages people to visit each other and talk. That way everyone feels involved, part of the show. We attract a range of boats spanning back close to 100 years with most of the major manufacturers of the time represented. And thats about it, so now you know.
  29. 24 points
    In the last week Robins trip with Independence has been a great draw for the forum. 30 new members have joined , and it has got a lot of people contributing, long may it continue. we peaked at 161 users online on feb 5th at 4.46pm (just after Indy arrived at Gt Yarmouth) Our rolling 2 day average viewers peaked at 74.2 yesterday. (thats the average worked out across 48 Hours) and we had 30,242 page views on Monday, and 36,963 Tuesday. This is excellent when you consider our normal level of page views is around the 20,000 a day mark. So may I say thank you to everyone who contributed to an excellent week for the forum (though I suspect its Robin, Griff and Independence we should be thanking) and long may we continue to have such good support. Thank you All
  30. 24 points
    Having had one of the best nights sleep that I have had for a long time, not wakening until 0700 I opened my curtains to a lovely still and sunny morning. As I made tea I thought to myself " it is not going to get better than this so you better do it" After breakfast I put my summer canopy in the car along with a roll, banana and milk to make tea and set off for Stalham. I put on the lighter canopy ran up the engine and cast off. At the end of Stalham Dyke I noticed the outboard telltale was getting weak so moored without trouble at Paddy's and pricked it out with a pipe cleaner. Having had a cup of tea I made my way to Gay's and went astern into the side on moorings to eat my lunch I then went round the perimeter of Barton twice to put a bit back in the batteries before returning to Broadsedge. Not an outstanding voyage but my first trip, now, single handed since being widowed. It was a bit mixed emotionally, I loved being out on Barton again but the sight of an empty Pilot Seat brought on a lump. Sitting at home I am much happier now that I have been out on the boat and think that I will have a night out on it later in the week. I would often single hand when I had sailing boats, but they do as you tell them, small motor cruisers set off like scalded greyhounds at the smallest breath. The one good thing about such boats is their ability to claw off a lee mooring astern with the outboard hard over so it is leeward for me from now on with the boat pinned to the shore it gives my ancient body a chance to get off and secure the warps.
  31. 24 points
    Well I am now home from my trek across Kent with Fairtmiddlin, we have endured rain hail and snow, times when we could barely see the shore let alone independence, we got good footage and pictures at Dungeness, but from then on they were either too far out, or visibility was rubbish, and then it was dark and we could just see the lights, anyway, as soon as they turned in fro Dover we headed to the marina, a quick check at the office and yes they were coming in, we got into position and filmed them coming in. then it was onboard to warm up as the crew had coffee, looked at the shots we had taken, then it was a walk to weatherspoons for a quick drink and a meal. departure time was discussed and it may be an early start for the crew, no fuel tonight or in the morning, as they had to slow down and throttle back, they used less fuel than they thought, so have plenty for tomorrow. video is uploading to youtube, the 890 photos I took will probably have to wait until after I get home from work tomorrow, here are some pictures to keep you going, Independance performed well, despite the conditions. video is the raw footage as they came in.
  32. 24 points
    Well yesterday was fun 18 ft swell and 35+ Tks wind once past outer breakwater and the shore lee. She handled it very well and I was super impressed with her sea keeping capabilities of course I won’t ever take her out in those conditions intentionally again but it was ideal for testing her out. Today is rib test and draft along with anodes and below the waterline stuff, top up fuel tanks plus a bunch of other items. We are doing well with the list, better than I expected but then we are doing Long days and all grafting, Team Indy are doing well Griff
  33. 24 points
    I would just like to wish everyone on here a very Happy New Year. Have a lovely evening whether you're afloat, partying or at home and let's spare a thought for those who are working to keep us safe. They're the one's that should be on the New Years Honours list Tonight will be spent with just my men and me round the fire watching movies, whatever you're doing stay safe and warm. I hope 2018 brings us all happy times afloat and maybe the odd new pair of shoes Thank you for another great year on the forum too, especially you guys that keep it up and running, you're stars you really are (sounds like a ruddy Oscars speech Lol)..........and I would just like to thank.....nah just kidding Happy New Year to you all Grace
  34. 24 points
  35. 23 points
    As this is a time for sharing some stories, I thought you might like to see what your damage waiver gets spent on! This was one of the more awkward salvage jobs I have been involved in, and there have been a few! This was on the river Charente, near Cognac, towards the end of the season and the river was swollen owing to heavy rain up in the Dordogne. The high water had covered an island in the middle of the stream, which used to have small trees on it but these had recently been cut down. Despite the danger warning buoys, one of which you can see right beside the boat in the photo, they carried on across the island and two of the tree stumps went straight through the bottom of the boat. We went down there with two other hire boats, a lot of gear and three motor pumps, hired from a local plant hire firm. Olivier, seen here, was the base manager at Jarnac, so the boat was his baby! Luckily Jaques, the manager at Douelle, on the river Lot, had been a diver in the French Navy : But he only had one set of bottles, so he and I were down there buddy breathing off the same regulator, while we sawed the stumps off from under the hull. We then bolted and screwed a couple of plywood patches over the holes, using my old hand drill and my Yankee pump screwdriver, both of which work perfectly underwater! Then we started to pump, which was not easy as all the side windows and the aft well were under water. I had already been down that side holding my breath and plugging all the vent and drain holes I could find in the hull, as even the galley sink was under water by then. I was in the aft well, up to my chest and sitting on a pillow, so as to push it up against a big vent grill in the side moulding. After a lot of pumping, nothing was happening, until I noticed that the water in the boat seemed to be moving about. There seemed to be a flow, coming out of the door to one of the cabins. So under we went again and sure enough, there was a third tree stump through the bottom on the other side of the boat! This wasn't easy, as the boat was leaning over on it and we couldn't get access from the inside in the cabin. So we just had to dig around the stump, saw it off and leave it in the boat. We pushed a lot of pillows around it and as she began to come up level we shoved them gradually further into the hole. Pumping out had to be done very carefully, as with all that water inside she could very easily capsize over the other way, and we would have to start all over again! One person standing on the deck in the wrong place, is all it takes. By the time we had got her level and stable, the river had started to go down, so we had to pull her off the island with Tirfor jacks, from the bank. Getting her home to Jarnac meant I had to push her from behind with another boat, as the lock gates were too narrow to enter alongside. The pushing boat was a bathtub type so I could see out of the side windows but nothing at all in front. Luckily Jaques and I had started on some wine by then and we were able to have a shower on the boat when we were in the lock, so that cheered us up no end! We had the pumps running flat out all the way home and hauled her out straight away on the gantry. This is one of the patches that we put on underwater. And this is the hole on the other side, that we couldn't reach to patch! The boat was written off by the insurance but the wreck was bought by the local policeman, who fitted her out again inside, for his own use. I am not sure I would have taken on a project like that as there was not a lot left worth having, in there! At least it happened in fresh water, I suppose. If it had been brackish water, like on Breydon, that would have really done for it!
  36. 23 points
    It's worth having a look at the history section, now that we have some time on our hands. There are all sorts of good things hidden away in here! I said yesterday that I would tell some stories about what the operation at Jenners was like and I see that I have told the history of it in the first page of this thread, so it stops me repeating myself - for once! The first two pages have a lot of other good stories of those days, so I hope you enjoy them, even if you had read them earlier. Notice that "thread drift" is nothing new! I don't seem to have told the stories of how the yard actually ran, and the things that went wrong, so I will tell a few now! Before I start I wish to say that I never tell Porky Pies on this forum. There are enough stories of the Broads to tell, without having to invent them! So best to start at the beginning . . . . David Millbank bought Hearts in 1966 and first took it over in 1967, when he was also buying the hire fleets of a lot of yards in Wroxham and elsewhere, so in the autumn I was given the job of getting my friends together and delivering the boats to Thorpe, which amounted to being given free Broads holidays, every weekend! On the Saturday we would do all the logistics of leaving cars in the right places and getting the boats prepared and running, usually about 10 boats at time. By the time we got all assembled, we got as far as Acle Bridge on the first night, often getting there in the full dark. And the next morning across Breydon early, followed by a pub crawl up the Yare! It was the 60s, we were all young, about 18 or 19 and we had our girlfriends with us. On cabin cruisers. It reminds me of Peter Sellers : "Now tell me headmaster, how do you segregate the sexes?" "Well if you must know, I go round with a crowbar and I prise them apart!" Actually, I have friends from those weekends, who went on to be married, and are still married now. I remember one time when we just got to Coldham Hall before closing time at 1400, with 7 boats, but there was only one mooring space left on the quay. So without a word or a signal between us, we formed line astern, turned round into the tide and moored alongside one by one in a long "trot", like wartime MTBs mooring in Gosport. The boat at the outer end of the trot was the River Inspector's launch. Jack Hunt had a "nose" for these occasions and had turned up to make sure we were behaving ourselves. Which meant accepting our offers for him to join us for a drink in the pub! As he was moored on the end of the trot, we couldn't leave the pub before he did, and Harry Last didn't close on Sunday afternoons! We did about 4 weekends that year, and another 5 the following autumn, as David bought more boats. I have the very happiest memories of those weekends. Perhaps that's enough of a story for now and I haven't even got to the running of the boatyard yet! I will tell a few more after lunch. Hope you are enjoying your day!
  37. 23 points
    Timbo has asked me to post the following message Enough! It is time that both sides took a break from the facile arguments surrounding the definition of the Broads as a National Park. It's time to stop squabbling because while you weren't looking someone nicked your football and changed all the rules. It's time to look up and look around you. Your perpetual argument from both sides ceased to be valid on the 21st of September 2019 with the publication of the Landscapes Review. Our country has undergone the most dramatic political, fiscal and social change in years and we are already seeing an equally dramatic change to the legislature. What was past is past. All bets are off. Both sides have won and both sides have lost. Even more so under the current national emergency. 'Excrement happens' and it's happening now. How we deal with the current emergency is what is important. The time when the country regains some vestige of normality, will be the proper time to resume structured and mature discussion about working together to protect our Heritage Landscapes nationally. And I do mean working together, all parties, all sides, constructively. Until then, the committee and the moderators are all working extremely hard to keep all of our platforms working smoothly. Already members are making sure everyone is OK by telephone, pm and email. The Chat Room is open at specific times should anyone need help or company. The NBN is about supporting one another, passing on experience and learning things new. Above all it is about friendship and The Broads that we love.
  38. 23 points
    Hi All As a new year's gift I just thought I'd share my Webcam online initally as a trial but if it goes OK I'll leave it there. The Webcam is in Brundall over looking the Yare towards Brooms and I though there is a lack of them on this river. It's not that clear at night but OK in daylight. I may in the future set a movement schedule up as it is PTZ. I hope you enjoy and feel free to share. BTW my website is and always will be free and advertising free even though there is a personal cost to me. Let me know your thoughts. http://catchpro.co.uk/Webcam Cheers Simon
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    Now look here! I can see us getting into a lot of trouble over this topic, especially as we know Timbo is watching! I think we should agree without further ado, that it is NOT a Great Estuary. But it may be considered, for marketing purposes, as a member of the Estuary Family.
  40. 23 points
    Sorry for the late response personally, been out this evening :) So yes, I have passed - with one minor (lane position) where on one of the NDR Roundabouts I did not hug the left lane enough as I went around. However, it could have been worse...I arrived with ten minutes in hand to find a waiting room with just one other person waiting. Within ten minutes there were 7 of us and each person was called forward and taken out to their car - apart from me. I was checking my phone and confirmation email - had I booked the wrong day..? No, it was the 15th at 3:29pm so where was my Examiner? "Hello again buddy" Announced the arrival of my Examiner - none other than the same chap as I had before - what are the chances! He asked to see my provisional license and for me to sign the test sheet, only I signed in the wrong place and this meant he had to go get a fresh sheet and fill the same out - great start Rob, frustrating him already. Once he was back, the form correctly signed it was time to go to the car - the only one in the car park and after the simple eye test and 'tell me' question was out of the way, it was in the car and underway - but no Sat Nav was put on the dash instead I was asked to follow signs for Cromer. I duly got on with this task, and all felt okay - even if I had not practiced this much before as the Sat Nav element tends to feature in almost all tests now a lot of emphasis is placed on practicing following the directions it gives without being distracted. My Examiner then began the chatting just as he had the previous time, many questions asked but it seemed to make things go by faster so I was happy and a lot more confident talking and driving this time around. He told me it was the end of this section (following signs) and I was pleased - so far his pen had not been used so I was confident I had mad no errors. He then threw me asking me to follow signs again - this time to Great Yarmouth. This was harder as one of the signs was missing - you had a large one 1/4 a mile from a junction but when you arrived at the junction only a pole gave a hint of where the sign should be and where one must turn to go towards Great Yarmouth. This section did not last long and we were in an area I had never been to before. Alien roads, so I was ultra aware - speed limits, forward planning, what was around me and so on. We circled residential streets - clearly he was on the look out for a parallel parking manouver but there were no cars to try this with so he instead asked me to 'pull up on the right hand side of the road where safe'. Ahh the new one, good straight road no cars and no people. Doddle. I indicate, pull over and stop. He then asks me to reverse two car lengths. I begin to, and a man comes out of his house with his dog and steps right out behind the car. I of course stop, but now my heart is pounding - did I see him soon enough? Did I stop quickly enough? He got to the other side of the road, re-check my blind spots, proceed again then secure the car before re-checking blind spots and indicating left to pull away and continue. I noticed he had his pen in hand and I thought the worse. You can't get an minor for this it is a serious (and fail). We then drove back along some fast and narrow country roads with some nasty sharp bends and other cards heading almost in the middle of the road only to get over on their side as we approached. Lovely. We got back to the Test Centre, no hint from as to if I had done well or not - silence. He then said would I like my Instructor to hear the results, I agreed and she came out to the car. He made some marks and tutted and and hmmed shuffled his papers and then said: "Well Robin I can say you have passed with one minor" Well I almost screamed lol - talk about drag out the suspense. I got the certificate, handed over my Provisional so he can send the same off so I get my full license in about 3 weeks. I was then driven back to the station by my Instructor - chat chat chat blimey we forgot until the last moment to take my pass photo and then I forgot to pay her for the pre-lesson and car hire. Since rectified with good old Internet banking. Well, I should have got it the first time - despite the break in not driving and only having a couple of catch up lessons I had really no more to 'learn' as to pass the test, a great deal perhaps to now experience and learn but then being older going into this I am already at the stage of 'slow and steady' than 'hot hatch teen racer'. Tomorrow - or Saturday it is off to Cambs to collect the Barge and drive it back to Norfolk - Shiela will be my co-pilot to keep me company so we shall see how that goes.. Sure been a ride, but got their in the end :)
  41. 23 points
    Monday 05th Feb Even with the high walls around the Marina and the water level low at 0400 we could tell it was blowing a hooley. Robin, the Master of Indy has made his decision and would meet us at GYA. No problem we had our secret weapon onboard who has participated in tall ships sea going stuff so no issues with being light on crew numbers. Preparations for sea were done in the normal manner. Paper charts, electronic wizardry, almanac, vhf checks, nav lights, radar, etc. Bring Indy’s two main engines up to warm, generator on, shore power disconnected, secure internally for sea. The crew were well versed in securing for sea. Check the wx forecast, Yep as we had expected, force 8 predominantly from the East with a sea state of rough with a short swell – Just fine and dandy. I took mysen off for a five minute spell in a quiet area before we slipped Indy’s lines. I always tend to do this, check the wind strength / direction, tidal flow if any, other hazards be that pontoons / craft / buoys etc and get it in my head how best to carry out the evolution. In this case it was to turn Indy about in restricted waters within the marina, proceed out of the channel into Dover Harbour, then deal with getting out to sea proper. It was obviously still dark, cold and not inviting but we had made our decision to go. Crew were briefed in the normal fashion, that being safety and MOB procedures. This was done every morning before sailing, especially if new crew members had joined. Then it was onto ropes / fenders and the need to communicate loud and clear with me on the helm, that would have been better if the upper helm had been in operation but we would deal with it as it was. We slipped Indy’s lines then brought turned her on her main engines (No need for ***** buttons), the deck crew busily stowing ropes / fenders. Exiting the channel into Dover harbour was a lot less stressful than the night before but I was still somewhat apprehensive due to the wind in close quarters and bearing in mind this was only my third time on the helm. A call to Port control, we had to wait for a ferry to come in, then we were clear to proceed out of the East exit and commence our journey proper. Howard on the Plot then asked me ‘Did you shut your port light’? - Chuffin eck – NO! We were clear of the breakwater, Indy was already tentatively starting to feel the swell. Brian onto the helm, me go forward to shut the port light – Tooooooo late, about 2 x gallons of water was in the recesses by the window and the flat storage cupboards. Ten minutes later all secured and mopped up. What a schoolboy error, I was that busy organising everything / everyone else I omitted to organise mysen – Humble apologies all round. Auto pilot engaged, sea state increasing by the yard. Bring rpm’s up to about 2000, 14kts SOG-ish (We had a long way to go.) check radar / AIS for contacts, up to flying bridge, use MK1 eyeball for contacts etc. It took about 1 x nautical mile for the Auto pilot to start displaying weird information, about a ¼ NM later and it was getting worse than weird, I took the decision to disengage it before it packed up altogether and leave us with the possibility we would not be able to regain manual control. Shortly afterwards it died completely. Brian was on the helm at the time just monitoring so of course he got the blame for breaking it!. We would just have to commence watchkeeping on the helm, 30mins about would do it, following a course on the magnetic compass. About the same time that we lost the auto pilot we also lost our blue water sailor, swift exit aft to the aft heads where ‘Huey and Ralph’ were summoned and that was him done for, for the rest of the journey. The green ginger or whatever it was he swore by was now being sworn at and consigned to the old wives tale bin. The sea state was just as bad as the evening before. That in itself was not an issue as I knew both Indy and the crew could manage this. What was an issue was that we were only too aware that the sea state was forecast to increase, especially as we sailed through the Thames Estuary area as we would be well away from land. We also knew that although at present the swell was hitting Indy on her Stbd bow, we would soon have to alter course to port putting the increasing swell on her Stbd side. I would have to keep a close eye on those wing fuel tanks and balance them accordingly as best as I could. Sea state yesterday was around 8ft or the tops of the waves the same height as Indy’s bow / foc’sle. We were already at that, this meant reducing rpm’s to match the sea state, which was the last thing I wanted to do with regards to our eta at GYA but it had to be done, no use pushing her too hard or making life overly difficult for the crew The sea state picked up as we progressed, now it was getting proper rough. Again I had to reduce rpms and try to balance the speed to the sea state, this of course is not laid down in any marine manual of sailing, it is more a seat of the pants thing. We duly altered course as we rounded the Eastern end of Kent with the sea on the Stbd side. The wave height was now topping higher that the saloon roof, if the rollers had been spread out it would have been easy but they were short and sharp. We were now experiencing solid green water on both wastes as well as the foc’sle. There is one opening window on the Stbd side and it was leaking when a particularly large rogue wave caught us. The sea water was landing straight onto a 240v socket that was conveniently sited to receive it. Our Wizard cured that one using paper towelling and gaffa tape but the damage was done, we lost 240v throughout every system onboard. Great, no microwave or kettle for the foreseeable then. I ventured down into the engine room again to investigate but nothing seemed untoward, the generator was running quite happily, gauges all showing within parameters but no 240v was being delivered to the main switchboard. The switchboard itself was showing everything was in order. I would have to get Howard down here in t engine room, this was his speciality Work on the helm became just that, hard work. The only bonus of being on the helm was that one was sat down, hanging onto the wheel so you at least would not fall over or get thrown around the saloon. The rest of us just had to hang on as best as we could. We dare not go any slower as we needed the helm to respond smartly when dealing with rogue larger goffers. I made numerous trips to check on Doug, update him and reassure him that all was to the good. I of course considered bailing out and seeking a safe haven, they were many to choose from but this would have made life awfully difficult for the crew to get home that evening, not to mention Robin getting to us. Besides, Indy was coping with it and I knew that once we got up to around Sizewell that the sea state was forecast to calm down to a moderate as per yesterday. We pressed on. Brian our resident Crabfat was starting to succumb to the conditions, mentally his was as strong as ever but eventually the violent motion got the better of him and off he went at the rush. Great - I’m thinking, that puts us down to three operational crew. Then the Wizard made an announcement. The way he pronounced it certainly lightened the mood. Unexpected, out of the blue in a sort of surprised voice and more of a revelation to himself rather than to the rest of us - ‘I’m feeling seasick’! and off he went too. Never, I thought, just me and Bro’ left standing, this was going to be somewhat taxing. I had my own responsibilities to attend to and so did Bro’ this was going to be a very busy trip for the rest of the day with just the two of us. How wrong was I? Both Brian and Pete, although visiting the heads as and when required, both squared their shoulders and carried on regardless – Much respect to them both for managing that, that takes grit, determination and immense mental strength. On one memorable occasion, Pete shot aft to the heads. On his return he explained that Doug was cuddling the porcelain telephone and Pete was snookered. So to the galley sink he did dance, tap on, Stbd digit used as a macerator on the plug hole and he managed just fine – Clever lad! The Williams Rib was making groaning noises, this necessitated me visiting the flying bridge via the aft monsoon deck to keep checking the straps and doing my look out thing at the same time. Bro’s visit into the engine room nearly finished him off. He reappeared in the saloon hanging on to the overhead rails not speaking but taking long slow deep breaths. After he had composed himself, he said just two more minutes in the engine room and he would have been yakking in the bilge! (I could have slept down there!) He could not see anything wrong, so I shut down the generator. Talking of sleeping, Brian actually did fall asleep for five minutes stood up leaning on the back of the helms seat! That’s the thing with being in these sea conditions in a boat of Indy’s size, the amount of physical effort just to stay upright, move location or do a set of rounds etc is immense, it really takes it out of you physically. It was during one set of engine room rounds (This was one of my regular duties) I noticed water on top of the s/steel escape ladder rungs, just how the hell had water got there then? Doing the taste test I was surprised to discover it was salt water to. Now I was really perplexed as to the source. Until another huge goffer rocked Indy over onto her port side, salt water spray was finding its way past the baffles on the port side and into the engine room. Good - panic over then. On we pounded, our latest eta was 1730, we got word from Robin that the latest the bridges would lift was 1615. Not a prayer of making that in these conditions. Right then Team Indy - let’s give it a go shall we? Can we make Robins deadline of 1600 at Haven Bridge? This was no jolly trip, we were delivering Robins pride and joy, he had set us a target, Indy was capable, were we? I was damn well going to give it a go. We had nowt to loose and could always admit defeat and slow down again. I nudged Indy’s throttles up a gnats knacker sack, waited for five minutes then gave her some more in very small steps. My thinking being that if I did it in insignificant increments, then Neptune wouldn’t notice. I mostly got away with it too. Had to throttle back now and again, but the sea state eventually did abate slightly, by Sizewell I had them donks singing at 2’500rpm and we were flying sometimes making 18kts SOG, through the water probably more. I could have opened them up even more by Southwell but 3000rpm is flat out, that puts maximum strain on the donks, g/boxes and gulps fuel and would have been pushing her to the limit, besides the sea state was still far to sever for any more. After a few miles I calculated our new ETA, Bro did the same with the electronic wizardry and were in sync, our new ETA was now 1600 at the bridges, we would make it! At this news we felt like we were already there! Bri and Wizard had found their sea legs again, Doug was still living and breathing down aft so all was to the good. We passed a commercial small ship about 500 tons or so, she was on a potential collision course with us, we were the stand on vessel, Rules of the Road applied, she altered course in plenty of time, no drama and we passed safely. I remarked to the lads, just look at how she is getting tossed around, are they bonkers coming out in these wx conditions in a ship of that size? The looks I received from the crew in the saloon said it all! We arrived at Town House Quay at 1555-ish. Doug generously assisted us with the upper deck gear, he still looked fragile but was determined to assist. Alongside, Robin stepped onboard, Indy’s master was back where he belonged. We had made it! Job done. Mission accomplished Sir. And that was as far as we went that day due to circumstances beyond our control as reported previously in this thread. Personally I ached everywhere and was physically shattered, even my earlobes hurt! Myself and Bro got set to, to fathom out that 240v issue. There was a 45amp breaker that had tripped due to the ingress of salt water on the socket. What should have happened was just the ring main in the saloon tripped, but nope the 45amp breaker was taken out. Thing with that was, there was no tally or information of there being a 45amp breaker onboard anywhere. It was only Bro’s technical eye that decoded the wiring diagram that discovered it on paper. Finding it was a Sherlock moment, but find it I did and all was restored to the good. Robin now knows where it is located for future reference. I can safely predict that Independence will never again go to sea in anything like those conditions at all ever. And if she does, I can also safely predict that I for one will not be onboard either! Was I worried for Indy herself? No - We had done sea trials, knew what she was capable of, never got to her limit, nor did I want to push her to her limit either, that would have been reckless, not to mention life threatening. The crew limits, well they managed just fine. Robin made a very brave decision which turned to out be 100% correct and he has my admiration for cajones big enough to make that decision. Doug learnt a lot about himself (And green ginger too). Brian – Said he would never do it again but what a determined sterling effort, especially for a Crabfat, huge respect to him. Wizard – apart from muttering this was the worst sea conditions he had ever been in on a vessel of this size and that if he had been on his sea boat he would have cast a spell or failing that called the RNLI ! You need to remember he is a genuine Wizard after all, we would expect no less from the likes of him. Bro’ – Howard – when his mindset is on the job, then all those years of looking after nuclear reactors / generating plant etc onboard Polaris / Trident submarines in sometimes very taxing conditions, meant he was never going to be beaten by this delivery trip. That memorable sea trip from the Thames to Lowestoft onboard ‘B.A’ was in my eyes far more dangerous that this one on Indy. Indy is a Cat A built to withstand these conditions, ‘B.A’ most certainly is not. Me? – ‘Just another day at the office’ Griff
  42. 23 points
    Robin came up for a word, could we alter our destination to Dover and get out of this sea state? Well yes, we could but there would be implications, a short term gain would mean longer term pain. I knew that the next day’s forecast was due to be worse than the present one today with a forecast sea state in Dover / Thames of moderate to rough, added to that it would make the last leg longer to travel. On the plus side we would avoid arriving at Ramsgate at low water, in the dark with a gale blowing. Then there was Robin himself to consider who really did need some respite from this scenario. Dover it would be then. Howard altered the navplan to suit, I was into the charts and the almanac. Now heading for Dover meant we could alter course further to Stbd to ease our passage with regards to the swell direction, then coming round to Port for a straight run into the West entrance. It made both transits longer but a tad more comfortable. The almanac stated that a pilot boat would guide us to our destination, this was a welcome nugget. It was now dark, rain and still that swell to deal with. Vhf call to the HM at Dover Marina confirming they had room for us, then a vhf call to Dover Port control. We didn’t have to wait and we could come straight in and to call again when ½ mile from the breakwaters. We were somewhat relieved to enter the west entrance, the sea state abated to a more comfortable level but still not safe for the deck crew to do their thing. Getting into Dover harbour was fairly straightforward, finding the narrow entrance to Dover Marina however was a tad more challenging. With Local knowledge it would have been a breeze. To us though it was most confusing, the light pollution was not good. I could see red / green lights but there was a huge wall between us and them, the charts and radar was telling us where we were and where the mouth was but could the naked eye see it? Sort of but not confidently at all. By now the deck crew had got the ropes / fenders ready in all respects. Robin was now with us and offering his eyes too, decision made, we proceeded - straight to a huge sea wall on the ships head! Nope - ‘Round again class leader’ then the vhf burst into life, it was Port Control. ‘Are you ok and do you need assistance’? To which I replied ‘Yes we are fine and your assistance would be appreciated’ (Just where was this ere pilot boat to guide us then?) With vhf assistance (The port control using their radar of course) we once again were faced with a narrow entrance to what looked like a dead end but was assured we should proceed, I was now helming one handed with my other hand hovering over the engine controls ready to go astern, dry mouth, port and Stbd lookouts telling brain this was not correct, but vhf assuring us it was, deck crew offering verbal advice, there was certainly plenty of information flowing - Voila! we could see at last! It became oh so apparent where the actual channel was, this was better. I helmed Indy in mainly using just her engines, we could now see our intended berth opposite the lifeboat but there was a yellow marker buoy in the channel slightly over to Stbd, no mention of it on the chart or almanac, no mention from the Dover marina HM either who could now see us apparently, so I took Indy to port of it which seemed the most obvious course which was the correct one as it turned out. Doug was there to take our ropes, then we were alongside and secured at last. What a day. We popped over to visit the HM, paid our dues etc. Back onboard Nigel and Pete were a welcome site. Shortly afterwards the lot of us trooped off to Wetherspoons for our dinner. It was over dinner that Robin declared that he may not be sailing with us in the morning but would make a decision in the morning. We discussed options, the wx forecast, crew numbers etc. Indy would sail in the morning come what may with the wx forecast in hand. The crew numbers would however be subject to confirmation. Back onboard, get tomorrow’s charts and electronic navplans ready. No dvd this evening, by around 2300 latest it was lights out, we would have to be up at 0400 for an early start and a very long day to have any outside chance of making the bridge lifts at Great Yarmouth Griff
  43. 23 points
    There have been a number of posts that I had not seen, or when I did failed to read them and understand all of the points raised in them . However, last night I went through the thread from my first post and read everyone’s posts however I want to address this to Ricardo because of the numerous occasions you had addressed points to me and I will explain my feelings, and try to have a very open mind to your own. Ricardo, you said to me: Thank you for accepting that I have the right to do things in my own way and I do very well accept there are a number of people on this Forum, you included, that have many years of boating experience and above that also mechanical and electrical hands on experience and knowledge far greater than my own. I am also very open minded to asking for help and advice when I need to and would take on board such advice given to me. I also appreciate that to many boat owners their boat means the world to them and a real emotional bond is forged because it represents a great deal of money, hard work and pride and provides them with the opportunity for freedom and and relaxation together with a social aspect of sharing the same with family and friends. I don't for one moment want to ride roughshod over such people and I respect what they do or (or do not) with their boats because that is their choice and business and what works for someone might not for me but that does not make me right or them wrong. You do however keep raising the point about advice being proffered but me ignoring it, me making mistakes that could prove costly, or ignoring people and or their experience. You feel that to do such is not only foolhardy, but it is insulting to you or other people who may have tried to help. I do not ever set out to offend anyone, and I try to have a very broad outlook on the world, and people whoever they are are and however they wish to live their lives because I know I may be seen by others to be 'odd' for living my life the way or do or doing what I do and I would not want to be judged so I do not judge others. By not judging you tend to also try not to offend, and I hope you will see what I am doing here is that - sharing my side and trying to understand yours and meet in the middle. You saying that I may have been insulting in my actions or ignoring experience and advice lead me go over each and every post to identify those where I may have done this and I am sorry but I can find no such instances. You have yourselves commented on a number of things I have said and questioned the point of why I may be doing them - an example was about batteries. I stated: "... First I want to see what sort of batteries and capacity we have and how much space there may be for additional capacity and that will likely need an upgrade from the current Sterling 240v 20Amp charger in situ...." And you said in reply to this point...: And if I may use that as a an example this is what causes both of us to perhaps get into a bit of a 'grind' over something. You see I did not raise a point, or question or seek opinion, or advice about the batteries on the boat. I know not what they are, how many they are or how much more I could fit. I simply stated that I wanted to discover what capacity the boat has, see if space can be found to increase that capacity and upgrade the 20Amp mains charger. Why did you not just ask as a matter of curiosity why I would like to do that? I could then have explained my reasoning, you then could have imparted to me your own experiences with batteries and charging of them and so the conversation could have flowed and though not directly proffered, or asked, by so doing I may have learnt something just from the resultant exchange of ideas. But having asked me why you then did share your own experiences with your own boat, its battery bank and charger but I took what followed not so much as giving me advice, despite the fact you said that the boat has been doing just fine as a holiday boat all this time, and that to upgrade things from what was already there would be a total waste of money and only be for the sake of it. You also said perhaps it is time for me to stop guessing and start to ask questions as to what works. But do you see how saying that that may cause me to react and feel? You are telling me your view point which is fine, but you are also effectively pushing it upon me. You are 'telling me off' for not asking things and guessing and telling me that what I had planned would just be a waste of my money. Now you may feel that you are in fact being helpful to try and save me some time and money and that I should just see how things go for the time being and you gave an example of how effective your set up is to give a real world example of what can be achieved. If that was your intention then I am sorry, but the way you had written the above it did not come over as that, to me. You also have said: Let me try and explain my logic. On Independence the engine room bilge pump began to play up. When I lifted the float switch the pump would not operate, but when I put the float switch down then low and behold the pump began to run - continuously. Jiggle the float switch and it would turn off, but it might also turn back on and work. Of all the things you want to be reliable a bilge bump is one of them. I decided that the float switch was at fault and needed changing. I also thought the bilge pump may have been in the boat since it was built so that could be changed too. Since NYA were working on the boat, I called them to request a new bilge pump and float switch be ordered and fitted. I was called back some time later to be told that there was no need for a new float switch, or bilge pump since the problem was a wire which had degraded and was loose causing a short circuit. They replaced the wire and re-wired the set up in a better way. It was was nice that they had been honest and only done the work that was needed. I am using the above as an example since it shows on a small scale how I feel and do things on a larger scale. I could have shot some video of the issue with the bilge pump, and having shared such here I am sure I would have been told that the symptoms looked very much like a loose connection. With that help, I could have gone back to the engine room got down and had a look - seen the wire was indeed at fault and used the tools and spares onboard to fix the same. It would have cost me nothing. But you see, it would have meant me going back into the engine room, getting back on my hands and knees locating the problem, removing the float switch and wiring and taking time to fix it - or I could just ask NYA to sort it - being a lazy type I opted for the easy route in a flash. So can you now see that while we may not agree on the methods of solving an issue, I am surly free to decide the route to having that issue fixed - even if it may be so frustrating to think that a few minutes of time, some bits and bobs already on the boat could have sorted it for no cost. In a fortnight I will be spending a long weekend on Broad Ambition, not having a nice cruise down the river but spending a lot of time on my hands and knees helping Charlie with Dek King, helping fit solar panels, fasteners, running cables - you name it. Just as I removed the headlining bought and fitted extra down lights and wire them up in the past, I am not that much of a 'plonker' with things and I am happy to roll my sleeves up and I enjoy the learning curve and pride that comes with that. I am also happy to let others do it such as NYA on Independence for nothing other than to make my life easier. I do not judge you, I do not mean to upset you or ignore you or your experience, but I would never think of questioning your ways, choices and decisions whatever they may be and If I make mistakes and they cost me then is that not punishment enough to be 'hit in the wallet' if something goes amiss? I am not saying to others follow my lead, I am not commenting on people looking to do things and telling them not to bother and just get a yard in to do it all for them - neither am I pushing my point of view over others - no. I am just sharing what I am doing and allowing my own character to come out and I don't think I should be seen as offensive to make statements and share all the exciting and new upgrades that I wish to have done in the little boat to make her that bit more suited to me.
  44. 23 points
    Team Indy - All home safe,. I walked in at 0130 to have our Macie dog go bonkers as per the norm. It's snowing here good and proper and settling too so another cold morning to look forward to. Back down to earth with a crash, stripping out a shower room in just over 6 x Hrs, I'm so tired it will have to be a shower in t morning. Clay shooting Wednesday evening. Did the adventure really happen? Remind me not to move anyone's boat from anywhere to anywhere at sea ever again unless it is in the summer in sunny calm seas with nowt more then a zephyr, let alone a gentle breeze Thanks again for all your comments / best wishes, proper humbling Griff
  45. 23 points
  46. 23 points
    Last and final update on this subject guys. Bill is still in hospital. He's still very confused indeed, and talking with my cousin we have decided it is not a good idea to agitate him further by giving him the sad news about my Dad until Bill is very much recovered. A service will be held for Uncle Albert on Friday 13th (that's about right for the old bugger) at 3PM at Rosehill in Doncaster. He will be coming in to The Band of the Royal Marines playing 'Sailing' and going out to The Band of the Royal Marines playing Hearts of Oak/ Life on the Ocean Waves. He will be taking with him photos of the family and of Royal Tudor and of course his sailors hat. Donations to RNLI. Boats were always a part of the life of Uncle Albert, Gordon to his family. His first job from school was a keelman. The 'boy' sitting to starboard is my Dad at fifteen. My maternal great grandfather was the lock keeper and lived in the cottage at the center of the picture. Uncle Albert became the 'boy' on the humber keel Comrade, but as soon as he was able he joined the Royal Navy. Fred Schofield the master of the Comrade dropped him on hull docks. This must be 1962 as Uncle Albert, right, is now joined in the RN by his brother Bill. They served together on HMS Wotton the first brothers to serve on the same ship together in the RN since WW2. Dad was Chief Stoker, Bill was Chief Gunner. Oh and the 'battle axe' is my Great Grandmother. Dad did 18 years in the RN as a marine engineer. 8th Destroyer Fleet Far East Station ending up on nuclear submarines up Iain's neck of the woods. He met my Mum again, they had been childhood friends, while she was on holiday in Lowestoft with her fiance. Uncle Albert was coming out of the ladies loo when he bumped into her an apologised 'sorry I've been stationed in Scotland I thought it said laddies'. Good line! They were married in 1964...after Dad did a stint 'guarding' Mum. Mum worked for the 'ministry'. As what we don't know as Mum's files are stilled sealed. But once they were married Mum resigned and followed him out to Singapore...where I turned up to spoil the fun! When he retired he worked at International Harvesters in Doncaster, still diesel engines. With redundancy from IH he got a job as a 'house parent' in a children's home in Goole. He attended Hull University and qualified as a social worker specialising in the elderly. As a member of the British Legion he became a caseworker using his professional knowledge to help ex service men get the help they needed following their military career. I've found file after file of notes and letters he wrote on behalf of various service men and their families while sorting out his flat. In the last few years Dad was never happier than when on the Broads on board Royal Tudor with my daughter Holly, the beagles and me. Failing that I would read bits of the forum out to him and pop videos and photos of the Broads up onto his huge TV screen so he could see them. His last wishes to be back on RT and that's what we will do. Sleep well Dad. What the hell are we going to do without you? xx
  47. 22 points
    I'm basing my comments on one of my final surveys and reports of 2018 before I officially retired. Over the thirty odd years of my career working in antiquary and landscape management, I have seen quite a dramatic change in visitor behaviour and the marketing techniques that need to be employed in order to successfully exploit that behaviour for the benefit of the landscape and stakeholders. Be under no illusions, the visitor centre is dead in regards of examples such as the scheme proposed at Acle. It's not resting or pining. It is no more, it has kicked the bucket, dropped off it's perch and joined the choir invisible. In terms of visitor numbers Scotland is leading the charge easily outpacing England in visitor growth for the past seven years according to the most recent figures from the ONS. However, in their last published figures Visit Scotland have announced a 58% drop in footfall through their visitor centres over the past ten years. Consequently they closed 39 of their 56 visitor centres and reduced and streamlined services in the remainder. The stock in trade of the visitor centre, books, maps and guides, in the past was in short supply. Today the visitor can find detailed information within seconds without ever having set foot inside a visitor centre. The fundamental change in visitor behaviour is that the visitor centre was a 'must visit' as soon as they arrived at a destination. Today, if they come across a visitor centre then they might pop in. If it's raining. Or they can't get a coffee anywhere else. The Glover Report has one great flaw, among many, in compounding the outdated marketing strategies employed by National Parks, AOB's and many of the conservation organisations. The 'build it and they will come' schemes, and don't get me started on re-branding, are thirty years past their sell by date and other than waste money in short supply only emphasise an ageing management who I'm sure hold Michael J Fox and Melanie Griffith themed office parties to give their shoulder pads an airing. I'm sorry but best practise dictates satisfying visitor and stakeholder needs and providing value while maintaining the integrity of the landscape identity. At the most basic of levels the object of marketing for landscape managers is the dispersal of visitors out into the landscape. A visitor centre is an impediment to this fundamental process. Tourists sat in a visitor centre are not enjoying the Broadland landscape and more importantly they are not spending money with business stakeholders. You don't bring the visitor to the visitor centre you take the visitor centre to the visitor. By that I mean the front line of Broads Rangers face to face with stakeholders and people like Tom. I have to say that I really appreciate Tom's contribution which I think is an outstanding example of best practise...in practise, as it were and long may it continue!
  48. 22 points
    Thank you to all who have supported the stand I've taken - both on this forum and elsewhere. Thanks also to those who haven't simply believed me, but have asked questions. It's a shame that more members of the Broads Authority don't do the same. But sadly, most of them just believe what they're told, without asking the probing questions or checking the facts. If that were true, I would have long since apologised and probably resigned for having made wrongful allegations. The fact is that the allegations were never investigated. The independent barrister was asked to investigate whether, by making the allegations, I had breached the code of conduct. My position was that telling the truth could surely not be a breach of the code. But the scope of the investigation specifically excluded considering whether what I'd said was true. Nobody, other than the Chief Executive, has ever made a judgement on the veracity of what I said. And he simply declared my allegations to be false - and refused to meet me to discuss them. Because he's the Chief Executive, he only has to tell members that he's investigated, and they believe him. He claims to have spent 3 days doing this, but was unable to tell the hearings committee what form his 3 day investigation took. The Authority's own solicitor conceded last month at the Local Plan Examination that the planning appeals and injunction at Thorpe Island did not relate to the river bank, and did not confirm the abandonment of moorings there. This is the exact opposite of what members were told last year and confirms two of my key points - yet the Chief Executive continues to say that there was no truth in my allegations. The barrister was quite clear that the sensible way forward was an informal resolution. This advice was roundly ignored by the hearings panel and, in turn, the full Authority. They even altered the procedure part-way through to remove the possibility of an informal resolution, and refused to meet me. Ultimately this isn't about me. I've never been a member of the navigation committee or the Broads Authority for my own benefit - in fact it has made my life much more difficult. Especially when it comes to dealing with the planners! So I take my removal on the chin, and accept it as a consequence of standing up for the truth. The only harm is to the toll payers and stakeholders who've lost a voice. But more importantly, at what point does someone in government realise that the BA is out of control, and take decisive action? Direct elections have never been more relevant or urgent.
  49. 22 points
    Hello - one of the new owners here! She's beeen bought as a family boat, and one part of the family are not part of the forum. However, I was an active member for quite a few years, going back to about 2007 I think - soon after NBN began. My wife and I sold our last boat, a Broom 35 European called Blue Macaw, in 2010. Life got busy, and boating took a back seat. I rejoined the forum a few weeks ago and have been lurking while the purchase of Friday Girl proceeded. John, my wife and I had the pleasure of meeting you and your wife some years ago - it was an NBN meet at Waveney River Centre, I think probably 2010? We came in another family boat, a mahogany top Broom 30 (since sold), and (unless my memory is playing tricks) you were there on Friday Girl. You told us how great Alphas are, and we had already wanted to own one since before then. Little did we know ... I'm sorry to see the circumstances that led to the sale, and I wish you all the best You can be assured that Friday Girl is already much loved by her new owners. We are all absolutely delighted with her. She will be cherished and looked after very well indeed. As a family (the generation prior to me) we've been boating on the Broads since the 1950s. We're based on the northern Broads. We live in Norfolk, just 20 minutes away, and will not resist the pull of frequent skivings-off to the boat. Everyone, give us a wave if you see us, but if it's the non-forum part of the family they won't understand the forum thing! We'll be out and about tomorrow, whatever the weather. Best wishes, Bruce
  50. 22 points
    Personally I respect the NBN very much so. The main reason for me is that the Moderators are indeed 'Moderate' and do indeed know the meaning of that term and how to apply it. I have witnessed no back stabbing, misappropriation of charity funds and the like. As long as the NBN continues with the ethos it presently employs, then I am very much 'In' Yes there are one or two forumites that 'Push the envelope' but for me that makes it more colourful and interesting (Not that I always agree with every point of view of course) Should the NBN continue to treat all members equal, irrespective of colour / creed / owner / privateer etc with no 'Hidden' agendas or clicks as opposed the the nbn - with first hand knowledge of such practises - imho of course (There I've said it) then it has my full backing and support. I have backed off 'Public' posting and support and more to the point participation and promoting of Broads Forums to a large degree over the past two years for good and personal reasons, I learnt a painful but valuable lesson in that not all folk will turn out to be as you find them, - that hurt. It's my own fault for being so trusting and somewhat naive. You would think with my background of 24 x years in the RN meeting all walks of life I should have known better, I should have done, I let myself lapse, got lazy and you would be correct. Some are downright liars (I have proof) and will smile to your face then stab you in the back with your 'Friends'. Forums and the media for me like others I suspect is a relatively new breed of animal, we are all learning, me rapidly and it has hurt I don't mind admitting. I am as a result wary of nowadays getting too 'Close' and involved to the degree I used to do so, yes I got bruised, hurt and sometimes proper angry. That is a shame on my part as I really do want to do more for charity and the less well off, not getting involved as I used to do so is hindering my ambitions Will I get back to my 'Old self'? - I hope so - not so much for my benefit but more so for the benefit of strangers that I have not yet met that will become friends. Before that happens I have a few scores to settle, faces to meet, wrongs to right and yes a very limited few to literally chuck in the damn river! not all of them will I achieve but I'm buggered that if I don't it will stop me from benefiting others. I have met and made a great many new friends as a result of Broads Forums, had some fantastic life changing experiences - long may it continue. Now then, who wants a weekend afloat on 'B.A' ? - And can I witness 'Miss Whiplash' in person doing 'Her Thing' ? Griff
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