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  1. Day 12 Friday 21th We awoke and boiled the kettle for the last cup of tea on Brooklyn and Jenny packed away our belongings into the last bags, ready for me to load into the car. We swept the floors and wiped all the surfaces down, so as to leave it all ***** and span. I brought the car to the moorings and loaded it all in the back. The fuel had been filled and over the eleven night adventure, we had used a reasonable ninety one pounds worth of diesel, so we got some money back from the deposit we had paid. Brooklyn was a spacious, light and airy boat, excellent helming positions, especially the upper helm which afforded great views and made mooring a lot easier, for a large boat, I found her very easy to manoeuvre and moor. The decor is a little dated, they told us due to time pressures they were only able to do part of the refurbishment, it is scheduled to be finished this winter. The engine didn’t miss a beat and required zero maintenance, in fact we didn’t have anything go wrong with the boat at all. We believe Bridgecraft to be the best boatyard we have used to date, with excellent customer service from a family run business. The boats are kept in top condition (yes we have hired newer boats, even those have had issues) but the value for money is great. So well done Bridgecraft, on a lovely boat with great weather, we had a fantastic time.
  2. Day 11 Friday 20th I awoke to an overcast but warm day, usual morning chores complete and kettle boiled, I made the tea and delivered it to Jenny in bed. After a light breakfast I cast off and took a slow cruise back across Barton broad, past Irstead and How Hill to Ludham bridge. Safely through the bridge we once again headed for Horning staithe and yet again there wasn’t enough room for us so we turned around and retraced our steps so we could moor in Cockshoot dyke. After I had fished for a good while and got some reasonably sized perch and roach, I showered and changed and we headed off to Acle. We had a slow uneventful journey and unlike Wednesday, nearly all the wild moorings en-route were free and there were several spaces at St Benet’s but we had decided to moor up at Bridgecraft so we could try Pedro’s for our dinner. When we arrived we moored up and Jenny finished the majority of the packing, which I put in the car to save time in the morning. We went to Pedro’s for our dinner as planned, we were a little underwhelmed. We returned to Brooklyn for tea and chocolate and to spend our last night.
  3. Day 10 Thursday 19th Woke up to another warm day, made the tea, did the morning chores and fed the swans as they had asked for their breakfast by repeatedly tapping their beaks on the bathing platform. Jenny saw the otter come out of the river, cross the back of the staithe and disappear into the bushes. Armed with a second mug of tea I cast off and headed towards the Ant. When we reached the turning, there were spaces at St Benet’s, so I turned round and moored up to lower the screens and sides and I cast off and continued down the Ant using the lower helm, sitting on a cushion to improve visibility. Ludham bridge safely negotiated, I swapped back to the upper helm and we headed on down at a nice sedate pace, destination Wayford. There are so many wild moorings on the Ant now, I think they probably outnumber the BA moorings. When we arrived at Wayford staithe there was a space between the boats already moored, so I moored up and did a bit of fishing. The boat in front of us left and a short time after, Jenny came through and asked me to check the front ropes as the bow seemed to be out in the river. So I pulled the float in and had a look, surely enough the lady who had untied her ropes had poorly tied our ropes with about a metre of slack, the ropes almost fell off the post when I lifted them. I pulled the bow in and secured the ropes, a bit naughty that, expect better from a private boat. We had lunch at the Bridge Inn, I do like their food, the service is excellent and it’s nice and close to the moorings. With the staithe full, I cast off and reversed back to turn in one of the side dykes and we took a slow cruise back up to Paddy’s Lane, which was full, again if they had moored considerately we could have got in, I know we could have asked them to move up but first impressions etc. so we went to the staithe and moored in one of the spaces for the night. A boat came in and got water and a liveaboard came in and moored on the other berth. I fished for a while until it was time for a light dinner, watched some television until bedtime.
  4. Day 9 Wednesday 18th We awoke to another lovely day, tea made and the morning duties done, I cast off and we headed for Horning to see if we could finally get on that elusive staithe. Alas yet again it was full so we carried on down to Wroxham, to do some shopping and have lunch at The Wroxham, well they did not disappoint, it was truly delicious. We headed back slowly towards Fleet Dyke checking for a place to moor for the night, Cockshoot was busy, St Benedict’s was full and Fleet Dyke’s wild mooring were full, as were all the wild moorings in between. We headed back towards Salhouse and decided to moor in Horning opposite the Ferry Inn. With the boat secured I did a bit of fishing, which was going well until an otter came and visited me, beautiful, first a nose, then it popped its head out looked at me and it was back under the water. The bites stopped, so it was time to pack up and have some snacks and drinks and watch a bit of television. Two cars and a bunch of bikes visited the staithe on three separate occasions and a boat stopped briefly to drop off visitors, other than that we were on our own, a nice place to spend the night, so another day was over and it was time for bed again.
  5. Some people just wrap their ropes around the post until it runs out and we all know how that will end. As for the other one anchoring to the reeds, he must have mud weighted to the bank the second time, because he was still there in the morning.
  6. The first one, the rescuer had to tie the ropes for him, so I doubt foul play and the second was on rhond anchors on the opposite bank, so most likely not foul play.
  7. Day 8 Tuesday 17th Woke up to a cracking sunrise, put the kettle on and made and delivered the teas. We took the dogs for a walk, stopping at the bins to get rid of the rubbish bags. I went to fill up with water, but the hose wouldn’t quite reach, so I moved Brooklyn over one bay using the ropes. Water filled to brimming, I mopped the decks down before untying the ropes and casting off. We took a slow cruise to Horning and yet again the staithe was full, so we headed to Malthouse Broad. When we arrived it was full with three boats waiting, so we carried on around and headed back to the Bure. We took a right past St Benet’s Abbey and on towards the Thurne. When we reached the river we decided to follow the Bure round to the right and stop at the Boundry Farm moorings for the dogs to stretch their legs and do their necessities. All back onboard we headed on up past Acle and onto Stokesby. When we arrived a Richardson’s 45 had just pulled right in the middle of a hundred and ten feet gap, Jenny asked if they wouldn’t mind pulling it back a few feet to let us in, which they promptly did. It turned out that the boat had been for an unmanned trip up past the village staithe and had been rescued and brought back some workers about ten minutes before our arrival. The chap said someone must have fiddled with the ropes, but the rescuer reckoned that they weren’t tied correctly, guess only he knows, but as they say, all’s well that ends well. We went to the Ferry for a pint and to order dinner, the first boat and the Richardson’s boat left, so Jenny and I pulled Brooklyn back on the ropes to the end mooring and secured her for the night. We went back in the pub, just in time as shortly afterwards our starters arrived, followed by our main course, no room for pudding though. The food was lovely and the staff were brilliant as usual. The Ferry Inn is a nice dog friendly pub with good food at reasonable prices, beer was great and the staff were attentive and friendly. Also special thanks for the use of their car park, so our guests could join us on our adventures, thank you. With dinner finished, Marina and the dogs bid us farewell. It was now late afternoon and the mooring had filled, we were relaxing with a drink, when Jenny shouted from the rear cabin, “that boat is on a strange course” as it came past it was clear it was another runaway, the boat in front of us, untied their ropes and went off in pursuit. They caught up with it at the far end of the farm moorings, they lashed it to the side of their boat and took it back to where it was originally moored near the village staithe. Not something you would normally see, then two in one afternoon, it all happened at Stokesby today. There were no more incidents after that and all to soon it was time for bed again.
  8. Day 7 Monday 16th I didn’t get up until about seven, made the tea and did all the morning routine, squeegeed the condensation from the lower helm screens and the dew from the upper deck seat, mop the deck, tied up the rubbish liner and put a fresh one in the bin. The girls got up and Marina took the dogs for a short walk to do their morning necessities, that sorted I untied the ropes turned in the river and headed towards Acle. It was a lovely morning albeit cloudy and we all sat up top, the dogs loved it, they could see for miles above the reeds and fields, they didn’t know where to look next. All the river wildlife and plenty of gulls to hold their attention, as the sun kept breaking out through the gaps in the clouds. We came to St Benet’s Abbey moorings and I pulled in at the first mooring and secured the ropes. I had a quick shower whilst the girls took the dogs for a long walk. All clean and dressed I set off and met them on the path to the cross, we walked back to the gatehouse and mill and looked at some of the carved graffiti. Marina and Jenny cleaned the dogs feet, as they don’t seem to wipe them on the mat like the rest of us, whilst I cast off and headed at a nice slow pace for Horning staithe and the shop. When we arrived the staithe had gaps, but not enough for a forty four footer, maybe if they all had moved up to each other, so we decided to head for Wroxham. On the way we spotted a kingfisher sat on the gates across the entrance to Wroxham Great Broads. When we reached Barnes Brinkcraft it was pretty full, so I turned and decided to go for a stern on space in between four other boats in the basin near the diesel tank. There were two boats moored at the pump out section opposite, just to make it even tighter. I reversed into the basin slowly, flicked the stern round, nudge the front with the thrusters, joggled the stern using foward and reverse and we were in. I tied up the ropes and tried to hide my big grin, it was perfect and it felt good. We went for a walk with the dogs, visited the shops, got a takeaway including a sausage for each dog from Ken’s, took it back to the boat to eat and it was delicious. All devoured and armed with a mug of tea, we departed, easy with the bow thrusters, slid right out as cleanly as we had slid in. We cruised up to Salhouse Broad for the night, as we circled checking out the spots, we came in and as we headed for the end one. Just then another boat raced in from the other way coveting the end berth. I thought heyho, if they need it that badly, I’ll moor in one of the other ten on that centre section, so we did and were roped up whilst they were still trying to get in. The girls took the dogs for a walk, whilst I mopped down the decks, an endless task at Salhouse but worth the tenner mooring fee. The girls sat out on the bank on the foldaway chairs and I relaxed with a few drinks and snacks from the goody cupboard and all too soon it was bedtime again.
  9. Stick a lock either side and control the height as you want
  10. Day 6 Sunday 15th Woke up at ten to five, made a cuppa and prepped the upper helm ready for an early cruise to Yarmouth, it was light at a quarter to six and we were off. It was a lovely hour and twenty minute cruise down and according to my tide table we were about fifty minutes after slack water. As we got nearer to Yarmouth the water seemed very high up on the banks, when we reached the first height marker, it read seven and a half feet, so I turned the boat around and headed back. I couldn’t have set off any earlier due to the light and I won’t speed to make up the time, so the trip South was scrubbed. We took a leisurely two hour trip back past the Stracey Arms tea rooms ans stores and then continued on to Stokesby. There were no moorings free that were large enough for Brooklyn, so we carried on by for about ten minutes and then returned to find a spot at the pub end of farm moorings free. Moored and secured, Jenny phoned her sister Marina to rearrange our meeting place. We went for breakfast at the Ferry Inn and arranged for her to park her car in the carpark, once again they were happy to oblige, so we booked a table for three for our evening meal. The boat behind us left and we pulled the boat down on the ropes as there were posts and I was able to put the rhond anchor back in the gas locker. I spent the rest of the day fishing, whilst we waited for our guest to arrive. Jenny’s phone rang and Marina had arrived with her two dogs and was in the pub car park, so we walked up and helped with the dogs and her luggage. About a million dog kisses later Marina settled into the forward cabin. We set off to the pub, who had reserved our Sunday lunches, jenny had a veggi option, Marina and I both had the chicken and there was so much the dogs got some too, food and service was great and they really did go the extra mile for us. We made our way back to the boat and settled in for the night, we had a drink or two and chatted until it was bedtime.
  11. Day 5 Saturday 14th Woke up and boiled the kettle, made the tea and had some cereal for breakfast. I cleaned the weed filters on the cooler for the hydraulics and checked the coolant level in the radiator. All sorted, I cast off and we took a slow cruise to Ranworth staithe , as we weren't in any hurry. When we got there it was packed, so we headed for Horning village staithe. There was room for us only spread over three gaps, inconsiderate mooring again, we had seen a lot of it about. I turned around and moored at the Ferry Inn right next to Ferry Marine. Maggot box in hand I walked up Ferry Rd to the end, turned right to the tackle shop and got my maggots, it’s a nice little walk. and with the maggots carefully stashed away in the gas locker, I cast off. Our destination was Fleet Dyke and we took a slow cruise there, when we reached the first lot of moorings they were full and as we approached the second lot, they looked full too. Jenny signalled to the boat behind that I was going to turn round and we headed back up the dyke. As we approached the first moorings again a man on a Bridgecraft boat was fiddling with his ropes, as we slowed alongside he signalled that he was leaving, so I reversed to let him out and then moored in the space.We had a light lunch and watched all the boats go by, such a lovely spot to moor, but this was not going to be our overnight moorings. Later that afternoon, we set off to the Stracey Windpump moorings and we moored outside the temple, a little further away from the mill than we had on Tuesday night. We settled in with a cuppa and a slice of cake before walking up to the shop and back to pay our five pounds mooring fee, A few drinks and snacks later, we turned in for the night.
  12. Couldn't get under the bridge, otherwise we would have had that option.
  13. Day 4 Friday 13th I Awoke to another warm, dry morning and put the kettle on the stove, Carl came through as it came to the boil and whistled merrily, the kettle not Carl. Once again we sat up top and enjoyed our first cuppa of the day and watched the two boats that were moored between us and the bridge depart. By now everyone else was stirring, so Carl put the kettle on for a refill, whilst I untied the ropes, turned in the basin and started our journey back up the Ant. We carried on at a slow pace and Terry did some toast for our breakfast, which went down well with the mug of tea Carl had made. When we got to How Hill I moored up so we could have a look around. First we looked in the Toad Hall cottage museum and then took the short walk up to the not so secret garden and walked round the various paths and then up to the windpump, it was another lovely day, albeit a little cloudy. Before I cast off, we dropped the various parts to get under the bridge later and we were underway again. With the bridge safely navigated we made our way to the Bure and turned left, we continued up to Fleet Dyke, turned right to have a cruise around South Walsham broad and then back to the Bure again. We had sandwiches whilst on the way to the Thurne, but decided to continue onto Stokesby to have a better chance of getting a mooring and it paid off as there were a few spaces on the Glebe Farm moorings and within an hour it was full. We played Scattergories until it was time for dinner at the Ferry Inn., which was lovely, as usual and enjoyed by all. Then sadly, it was time for my siblings to leave, they had all had a brilliant time and enjoyed the peace and quiet that is the Norfolk broads. Jenny fed the cygnets, whilst I watched some telly with a vodka or two and it wasn’t long before another day had run its course and it was time for bed again.
  14. Was noisy in the afternoon but didn't notice the noise during the night
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