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Part 2 As we pass the entrance to South Walsham a familiar noise comes from astern. Westminster Bridge is lining us up again. Don't ask what happened, how come they are behind us again. I guess they turned the wrong way at the Ant Mouth, or changed their minds. I wonder if they realise that displacement hulls don't plane? Actually, they are having a dam good try. As they disappear into the distance we pass the long line of fisherman which always seems to line the banks by St Bennets Abbey. In the days when I fished I never seemed to do any good along there, but it is halied as the Mecca of the Northern Rivers. Perhaps the fact that I was a rubbish angler had something to do with it. A few hasty conversations as we pass by suggests today inhabitants are doing little better than I did. The waters too cold apparetnly, at least at this end. Further down it will be "too clear". Never heard that one before. I do like taking my time. I can sit back and talk to people as we pass by. At least the rain has stopped. As we continue along the river, round those big looping bends before Thurne Mouth a familiar boat moves alongside us, at a more leisurely pace. The Corsican joins us for a few minutes. She's a good looking boat and well kept. We exchange hellos and as she heads down river towards Acle and Yarmouth we enter the Thurne, bound for Potter. I like the River Thurne, it is a little more wild than the other northern rivers, a little more authentic broads, to me at least. It's a pleasure to chug slowly along, passuing Thurne Dyke, Womack until at last we come to Shedland. I'm not sure when that label was first attached to Potter Heigham's bungalow strewn banks but it was certainly in use when we used to holiday in them back in the 70's and 80's for a half term fishing break. Today, they are far from sheds. Almost without exception they have been developed into very desirable riverside holiday homes. I love to look at the variety of them and pick out old favourites which I have hoildayed in, to note any changes, any new improvements. The river is very quiet today and most of the cottages seem empty. In fact there is an almost eerie quiet to Potter Heigham this afternoon. I think it was Chris De Burgh that sang about "an out of season holiday town in the rain" and that song runs through my head now. As we approach the bridge I am not tempted to let the success of Ludham go to my head. I could hardly get a dayboat under Potter, the water is lapping the top of the bank almost and it is still far from high tide. I turn Contessa under the footbrodge and into Herbert Woods where I plan to top up the water. The yard is a hive of activity, no doubt getting ready for next weeks half term and the last hurrah of the season. The yard is pretty full but there is a stretch of empty key heading opposite the entrance. I slopt our boat neatly on the end and tie her stern on whilst I check she is not in the way. No probelm comes the reply. Water is there, if you need a pumpout ask at the shed over there. You are welcome to stay overnight but we would ask you to leave by 9:15 as we have a number of boats due back tomorrow. You can't beat that for a warm welcome. I confirm we need water, no pumpout (with two toilets between three people I am hoping we will last the week!) . We are not planning to stay overnight, there are plenty of spaces available on the river bank if we do decide to stay in Potter overnight, courtesy of the Thurne Bank Management Comitte who should be applauded for providing and maintaining a large number of free moorings along the riverside. TBMC We head for Lathams. It's coffee first at flour & bean, or should I say coffee and cream buns! Well, we are on holiday! Refreshed, we attack Lathams. Gifts for home, sweets for the boat, a nice new dressing gown for jamie who never wears one at home so we did not realise that those he had were three sizes too small until we came to pack. We are entertaining twelve for Christmas lunch this year so we top up on table decorations, and Elaine took a fance to a Christmas laser projector! That groan from the Credit Card is proving prophetic. Plastic bagless we haul sweets, garments, decorations, crackers et al back to the boat. Even Jamie is loaded down. We check the laser thingy works (it's a long way to bring it back if it doesn't!) fill up the water then cast off downstream to Womack. It's an equally pleasant journey back downstream, ticking over gently. I get the GPS speed app on the phone and guage the boat whilst we have the river to ourselves. 1000rpm gives us 3.2, 1200 is 4.4 and 1400 just over 5. Even at 1400 rpm there is hardly a ripple behind the boat. She does glide through the water very nicely. We turn into Womack. Bank works here have led to a lot of vegetation clearance. Actually it looks like a disaster zone in the Amazon, but I guess it will soon grow back, but it does look wierd all exposed as it is. The moorings along the dyke are closed, they were my intended destination. Never mind, we continue to the staithe which has plenty of space but I decide against it in favour of Thurne. We head back towards the river past one of my favourite broadland homes, Little Holland. I'm not sure what it is about the house but it has been on and off the market for years, and if Zoopla is to be believed it is on again at the moment. I murmer a silent prayer for Tuesdays Euro numbers and we continue along. If the balls smile favourably you are all invited to the housewarming. Just to be on the safe side though I wouldn't bother buying the cards yet! We make Thurne. My favoured mooring on the end of the dyke is Roped off and there are barrels all along the "pub" side saying "danger", "reserved" or simply "no mooring". It matters not, there is plenty of room on the farm side and I nudge the boat into a large gap. I plan to turn before mooring but I have found one, slight downside to Contessa. She has the turning circle of a supertanker. I land myself ashore and number one takes the helm. I swing her around the front rope and we tie up facing down the dyke, ready to leave in the morning. We enjoy a pleasant evening. The threat of rain has been with us all day and the sky is looking threatening again, in fact it looks like a storm is brewing. Huge, deep black clouds swirling above us. Jamie feeds the ducks before we retreat below decks. I knock a chicken curry together, oven baked with fried rice. Chocolate Sponge and custard to follow. Heaven. As we eat I track a boat heading up the river, nav lights blazing in the gathering gloom. A minute or two later it turns into the dyke and proceeds alongside the line of moored boats. It's a lovely Broom flybridge, 40 footer plus. It's a shame the owner doesn't have the brains to match his wealth and was able to work out what the wash from a boat that size travelling at speed in a narrow dyke does to moored boats. I catch the teapot as it flies off the table. The crash from the boat in front, followed by string of expletives suggest they were not so lucky. The boat moored at the top of the dyke, off loaded passengers and then left, at slightly (only very slightly) better speed. What is it with people on the rivers now? If they are in so much of a hurry, why not use the roads?

Sunday. A Bridge Too Far (or Why Not To Take The Wife To Lathams, part 1) Sunday dawns grey and overcast, there is little promise in the sky of the sunny intervals which the forecast had promised. At home, Sunday morning means Radio Leicester's "Clueless", the local version of Norfolk's Treasure Quest, and so at 9:00 on goes the radio and it's David Clayton time. The first clue this morning seems to be taking Sophie to Stalham and Jamie thinks it's well cool that the radio car will soon be passing the end of the lane. We listen along as we eat a leisurely breakfast before leaving Sutton at precisely 10am. The plan for today is to head down river, that is as much as a plan as we have this far. The Ant is as pretty as ever. It may be grey and gloomy but it is not cold, it's a thin fleece day. We take a trip around The Heater past Cox's boatyard before heading out on to Barton Broad. Pennygate Staithe at Barton Turf is one of my favourite moorings and I note with some consternation that even the Broads Authority seem to be calling it Barton Staithe nowadays. As we exit Barton towards Irstead we pass the ranger heading upriver. I ask if there is any danger of sunshine today. Apparently there was a brief interval earlier that morning downriver but our tardiness means we have missed it. Never mind. We continue on through the pretty village of Irstead at barely tickover pace. These Aquafibres do tend to move very nicely through the water at low rpm, and this one is no different. We make our way past the lovely houses with hardly a ripple on the water. Once we leave Irstead behind it is not long before the post mill at How Hill comes into view. There is also a spit of rain in the air, not enough to force me inside to the lower helm but the clouds are building. It's looking black over Bill's mothers, as we say in our parts. The work on the moorings alongside How Hill have made an excellent stop over location but they haven't half made the river narrow. With a string of moored boats, and a string of oncoming vessels, not all of which are being steered in as straight a line as might be, it proves quite a challenge to pass safely. Contessa hugs the starboard bank and makes her way along with hardly a nudge to the steering. Between How Hill and Ludham Bridge we are joined by a kingfisher, darting low along the river just in front of us before coming to rest in a bush just a little way ahead. Sadly, the drizzle means that the camera has gone inside and before it can be recovered the kingfisher has long gone. It seems to be my luck. I see plenty, but photograph none! During the cruise downriver we have formed our plan for the day. Potter Heigham, Lathams and a coffee, then either Womack Staithe or Thurne Dyke. The sight of moored boats means Ludham Bridge lies just around the bend in front of us. I had not given much thought to the tides today, these boats normally go under at most states of the tide and now, around 11:30 the water looks pretty slack. Slack, but quite high. I wasn't to realise quite how high until we made the bridge itself. The board shows the river lapping squarely on the 8 foot line. Not good as our clearance is listed at 8 foot 4. I turn the boat and we pass the demasting mooring and tie up for closer investigation. The boards by the upper and lower helm both state a clearance of 9'6, the handbook states 8'4. I know the latter to be correct. Princess is listed at 8'3 and there is little reason why they should be much different. Still, that makes me four inches short. The water is slack. No movement whatsoever. This could be bad news. If we can't make Ludham bridge then a week on the Ant is starting to look likely. Don't get me wrong, I like the river Ant, but I'm not sure I can make a whole week of it. As I step ashore and head down towards the brodge the heavens open. The threatening clouds are now depositing their unwanted payload and I imagine I can almost see the river filling up as I watch the bridge. I retreat to the shop, stock up on woodbines and stand under their umbrella whilst I sample one and consider the options. This is low tide. The next will be the middle of the night. We could take a walk along the lane to The Dog and catch up with Geoff and Lorraine but I have a feeling they are away. We could return to How Hill or Gay's and try again tomorrow. Whilst I am weighing the options Bolero clears the bridge. That gives me some initial hope but checking the handbook, which lists the heights of all Richardson's boats she is listed as 7'8 with the folding sides and windscreen lowered. Not much help there then. I'm just about to announce the decision to head back to Neatished when Siesta motors past. She is a couple of inches taller than we are, and I'm sure I didn't see her go down. Thankfully she moors just above us and so I hop off and make the enquiry. Yes, they had just come under, with about three inches to spare. That does it, we'll head down and offer the boat up. There are times when we have virtually "legged" boats under Ludham Bridge with hands on the underside of the span and a fag paper to spare. The water is slack, there is little if any breeze so I should be able to inch the boat to the bridge and the benefit of an upper helm means you can line up precisely whilst still in control. I cast off and we head slowly to the bridge. I wave a little ankle biter past which has motored up behind us. I may be some time, there is no point in holding anyone else up, and the smaller the audience the better. That said, strangely enough the anglers on boats moored either side of the river next to the bridge suddenly become photographers. The cameras are produced, the video is rolling. Get this wrong and it's likely to be on Youtube before I can even call Clive and tell him his boat has been "redesigned". I will point out at this point that the port side handrail is already showing the signs of over close contact with the underside of a bridge, and Ludham would be my guess. There is a small dent in it at the very front. Given the conditions I am confident we will not enlarge it. The TV aerial is taken down, the helmsman's chair laid over as it projects above the roof and kneeling at the helm I inch contessa towards the bridge. I've lost an inch with my procrastination, the 8 foot line is now underwater. Line of sight along the highest point of the cabin roof is the trick here, and it looks good. A clear flash of daylight between roof and bridge. Even so I am taking no chances. Into reverse and arrest all forward motion about three yards short of the bridge. Still looking good, in fact, it doesn't even look close. Ease the throttle forward, click, idle ahead. Contessa starts to move as if in slow motion. At this speed there is no helm control but I would rather nudge the bank edges with the rubbing strip that the span with the cabin roof! The front rail is under the span now, the wheelhouse roof is next. At this point I offer apologies to the camera crews waiting for their picture of a lifetime. The gap between bridge and boat is a good eight inches. I can almost hear the sigh of disappointment. Sorry if anyone was planning to collect their £250 from the dozy bint on You've Been Framed (or whoever presents that dreadful program now). No pay days today. I ease the throttle forward to restore helm control and we motor under with ease. I needn't have taken the aerial off the roof there is so much clearance. So an 8'4 boat goes under a 7'11 bridge with 8 inches of clearance. And they say you can't change the laws of physics. We motor down towards the river mouth. Westminster Bridge closes on us from behind, I hear it before I see it but when it does come into sight it looks like a destroyer on monouvres, spray and wash everywhere. They pass us round the outside of a right hand bend but are lucky. The boat coming the other way, which I can see from my raised helm, but they cannot is just far enough away to give them room to complete the pass. Strangely however, having moved past they make no attempt to move back to the right side of the river. The oncoming boat, a grey Richardson's bathtub takes evasive action and visits the reeds to avoid contact. Clive, if such a boat comes back with a scratch or two I can so vouch that it was not your hirers fault. He and I shrug to each other, wave and continue on our separate paths. We reach the river mouth and turn left, towards Potter Heigham. I hear a groan from my pocket. The credit card has realised what is happening.

I thought all Poppy's jokes were winners

could someone please lock this thread before the jokes get any worse

The good fortune of living in Leicestershire is that we observe a different school holiday pattern to the masses. This week is half term which offers excellent value for boat hire. On that basis, we would be foolish not to take the opportunity for one last look at Norfolk before winter sets in, and like all good bears I hibernate. It's twelve months since we booked Contessa, from Richardson's for a northern week, taking advantage of the early booking discount on top of the already very competitive for this ageing tub of a six (originally eight) berth twin steer Aquafibre 37. This boating holiday number 60, the 50th on the Broads and second visit to Richardson's, the first being 21 years ago. We usually hire Princess from Pacific at Loddon but having spent the last time out purely on the Southern rivers we decided this time for a northern only week, and Contessa is the ideal solution, sister ship as she is to Princess. I'm very impressed with the boat, so much so that I shall cover that separately, rather than take up pages of this holiday tale. One point of note, a long standing record was lost this holiday. In all of those previous 59 holidays we had never started in wet weather. Sadly today that claim can no longer be made. We had hoped that our old mate Roya would be able to join us for a couple of days afloat, there being plenty of room on board, but sadly that hasn't been possible but we stopped in at Lynn on the way and caught up with news, not to mention partake of a good feed courtesy of Gill and a plate full of sausage cobs. That left a slightly different route to the Broads for us. Instead of returning to the A47 we took the Cromer road from Lynn, then turned through Melton Constable and Aylsham, North Walsham and on to Stalham. That's a lovely route and avoids that rotten stretch of the A47 between Lynn and Swaffham. We arrived at the boatyard around twenty past two. Take over time is 4pm but the confirmation said the boat may be ready early and we checked in to be told she was indeed ready and waiting. A visit to the bouyancy aid shed, then on to Swan Quay where the boat was sitting waiting for us. A an appeared from the arrivals office and checked our paperwork and assigned a colleague to check over the boat with us which he did straight away. Are you comfortable taking the boat out of the yard? He asked. With that formalities were concluded and we loaded the boat, parked the car and headed out for the open river. I noticed a weathered eye watching us as we manouvered through the moored boats, just checking that we were indeed as competent as we claimed, no doubt. We had just left the boatyard, when the race began. A formula one grid has nothing on the exodus from Richardson's yard on a Saturday afternoon and quickly one, then two then three boats came past us with engines roaring. They'll just about make Beccles before dark I joked with Elaine. It didn't matter to us, our first night destination was Sutton Staithe and, as the case for the rest of the week were in no hurry. Moorings are rarely full at this time of the year. We has a pleasant cruise through Sutton Broad and indeed, as we approached there was plenty of space on “Sutton Staithe 2”, though the original staithe further along was fully occupied, with several of the boats looking as if they didn't often move very far. I wonder if the Rangers ever make it to this forgotten little corner of the Broads? The weather remains unsettled, with periods of quite sharp rain, persuading us against a foray to the pub, instead we cook on board and finish stowing the gear away. There is so much room on this boat that once finished you can hardly tell anyone is on board, with plenty of storage throughout the cabins and wheelhouse. A last woodbine topsides then we turn in for an early night. The fresh air and peaceful location invokes the sleep of the dead.

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Are you trying to persuade us that it is the wish of the silent majority that the Broads becomes a full National Park then? That was not my understanding but I am happy to be corrected.

We agree on that point JM, but fairly, and democratically. Not as individuals excersising power through wealth and influence. If,as he claims this branding excersise prevents the Broads Authority from pursuing full NP status then surely that is a good outcome for everyone. Well almost everyone! Of course I appreciate that Dr P has "changed his mind" on issues and decisions before.

One of the best posts I have ever read on a broads forum Marshman. I have been critical of the Authrority in the past but in my opinion this branding excersise is an ideal compromise. JP gets the NP name for the perceived promotional advantages (and his own CV, no doubt), The Broads survives without Sandford and we all live happily ever after. In that respect the excercise is far from ridiculous. What is ridiculous is that someone with too much time and money on their hands can effectively try and hold the authority to ransom. Of course they have to defend themselves, as Marshman says, if not, or if this action fails the potential consequences are pretty frightening. Defend the Nav account as much as you can Peter, but if this appeal is upheld, and those bringing it go on to get their ultimate wish, of a Broads as a full national park with Sandford governing all decisions you will not need a Nav Account, there will be no navigation to fund.

12v or 240 volt. The latter you can buy off the shelf, I've never seen a 12v version though,.

The issue with any potential shortfall in Diesel supply in the UK is down to the fact that UK diesel refineries are foreign owned, mostly French. They have suffered years of under investmant, are old and inefficient. There is an over production of diesel in Europe and refiners are looking to reduce the supply to compensate. Inevitably the most cost effective method of rationalisation is to close those old, inefficient UK refineries. Milford Haven has gone, Stanlow has gone, Lindsey is going, that will leave only four refineries which are likely to all close by 2020 meaning all UK diesel will be imported. Of course, that is of little concern to refiners whose main aim is to produce as cheaply as possible and sell as expensively as possible. I'm right in line with BB, I wouldn't touch diesel with a disinfected barge pole. They may be much better than they were in the 70's and 80's but what isn't. The fact that you can't see anything coming out of the tail pipe doesn't mean they are not still chucking out loads of crap that may not be so harmful to polar bears, but kills people. We were all told to jump onboard diesel because of it's lower CO2 emissions, nobody considered the effects of NOx and Particulate matter, or if they did it was swept under the carpet. About 30,000 people die of respiratory illness related to airborne pollution every year, and whilst diesel fumes are not the only cause they are the biggest single contributor. That is about one third of the number of people who die from smoking, though of course the smokers can only blame themselves........ There is also the issue of "true" emissions, and this is something I am sure we will hear much more about in future. The ability of modern diesel cars to mask emissions when under test conditions in order to appear cleaner than they really are. The VW issue in the USA has just hit the news, do not imagine VW are alone, and this only affects cars sold in the US. It may only be prosecuted in the US where specific laws exist to prevent this kind of deception. The fact is diesel, as a fuel is dirty and no matter what you do to the machinery that burns it, it remains dirty and always will.

read the tasting notes ..... not very strong, quite fruity and easy going. If I were brewing something called Jenny Morgan it might not be quite like that, more "a touch on the strong side, slightly bitter with a dry feel, dark chestnut with a pronounced head and mellow, malty aroma"? Full marks to Green Jack though, a fiver for each cask sold being given to the Wherry Trust, well done!

I think that the issue is that the burners are raised, rather than inset as on most boats so you don't even have a flat cooking surface. I wouldn't reccomment raised burners in a boat, a caravan or even a house, you only have to knock a pan handle slightly and the pan slips off so easily. If that pan is full of boiling water, or worse fat or sugar syrups you have a real disaster on your hands. IMHO it's one of those things that should be outlawed by the H&S brigade, but then it might seem to mundane for them.

a year or so ago my former boss approached me via social media asking for advice about boats. He had decided to spend his retirement cruisng the coastal and inland waterways of the UK, and perhaps parts of the continent and wanted suggestions on brokers, types of boat etc being something of a newbie to all but canal cruising. Whilst being no expert I offered some opinions, although in truth the wishlist he had already drawn up was quite specifc and little additional input was needed. He ended up buying a Sessa Oyster 42 and I have to admit, that would be pretty much my ideal boat. It's a typical sports cruiser, large open aft cockpit which limits interior space somewhat but the layout is very clever and it does seem remarkably spacious. Of course, in the dream land that my ideal boat would inhabit the sun shines constantly, Potter Heigham bridge is 10 feet high and diesel is still £1 a gallon so the boats high air draft and incredibly thirsty twin 365hp diesels would be no problem, and that large aft cockpit would afford great space to show of my fabulously toned six pack in my extensive range of mankinis.

I have been known to brew the odd barrel, many of which made an appearance at the annual meet of another forum at Ranworth each year, when I used to attend and before too much official presence meant that risking the wrath of HMRC made it "unwise". I haven't brewed for several years but have a 1/4 barrel (9 gallon) brewery in the shed, currently covered in cobwebs. I focus on ales and stouts as that is what I drink and brew from grain, mashing, sparging, boiling, breaking, fermenting then barrelling my brews using the homebrewers trusty cornelius kegs, cylinders once used by the soda industry for supplying soft drinks syrups but now replaced by bag in box disposable systems. There are thousands of these unwanted kegs, mostly in the USA (pepsico alone are reported to have over twenty million in storage) and in there "unconverted" form they can be had for a few dollars each. Once imported to the UK and fitted with a beer tap and new seals homebrew shops sell them for anywhere up to three hundred quid. There are a number of very good online homebrew shops but the town where we used to live had an excellent shop on the high street which not only provided all of the material needs but that all important expert advice. Sadly the shop changed hands and subsequently closed, although the last owners still run a micro brewery and I met up with them at a local festival only last weekend and they have agreed to start supplying me with crushed grains and fresh hops to start brewing again. Like many homebrewers I started with kits, many of which are excellent nowadays - a far call from the yeasty, often cloudy rubbish pedalled in the 70's. Muntons, in my opinion make the best kits, including the Woodfordes range and they can be had from Wilko's, though they tend to have Wherry mostly you might occasionally see Nelson's Revenge which is an excellent kit. If brewing from kit spend that little extra for a "two can" kit which require no extra sugar to be added. The extra cost equates to a few pence per pint but the difference in quality of the finished product is immense. There are a number of all in one systems around at present, one such being brew buddy. These are best avoided too, in my opinion. You really only need a fermenting bucket, large spoon, thermometer and hydrometer, syphon tube and of course something to put the finished brew in, once primary fermentation is complete. Many homebrew shops sell this as a starter kit for around £20. Add a kit of your choice and the appropriate amount of water and around six weeks later you can be drinking your own beer for about £1 a pint, including the cost of the equipment which of course you can reuse. The beer will continue to improve the longer you keep it, as long as you keep the air and light out. Plastic pop bottles are the cheapest way of storing your brew, but if they are clear plastic keep them in a cardboard box lined with a couple of black bin liners to ensure light is excluded. The homebrewers two biggest enemies are wild yeast and light, either of which can spoil a brew. Keep your equipment spotlessley clean and sanitise it with a proper homebrew sanitiser before use, and once fermented keep the beer in the dark. For me barreling is the only way to go, the beer will have a far superior finish if settled and conditioned in a keg rather than a bottle, something true even for commercial brewers. Buy a bottle of Nelson's Revenge from the Woodforde's shop, drink it then go and buy a pint from the cask in the Fur & Feather next door, there is a world of difference (do it that way around or you will spit the bottle conditioned beer out and you've wasted two quid). Simple barrels with a tap and pressure relief valve start at twenty quid and save you constantly sterilising all those bottles. Another tenner gets you a keg with a pin valve allowing you to add CO2 if your beer turns out a bit flat, or loses condition whilst you are drinking it.

I hope not, that smacks of double tasking!

sadly the date falls the week before I'm afloat with the famil, else I would be happy to help. I have often thought joining lads week would be great fun. Sadly the lads group to which I used to belong are now well and truly pressed, under the thumb so it no longer goes.

If Oxfam can supply water to a whole village in Africa for two quid a month, why do Severn Trent charge me forty for one house?

I used to say that nowt decent came out of Yorkshire, until I met these fellas CAUTION: Parental Advisory on the Lyrics. The Everly Pregnant Brothers

someone will start moaning about lead paint soon then where will we be?

blooming eck Chris, don't tell me I shouldn't be using DDT anymore and what good is sheep dip if it aint lethal. What should we use, Wash & Go? Flit was unbeatable for flies, but even better for chasing granny round the barn pumping the handle like fury. I do wish I'd known about the cutting oil though, would have saved me thousands on woodbines!

I was in the process of typing almost word for word what Chris has just said, the account published just does not add up.

Personally, I believe this is a cunning plan by the EU to support a "Leave" vote in the upcoming EU membership referendum. Being about as popular in Europe as a fox in the hen house I am convinced the EU dream these things up to annoy us all, hoping that it will annoy us enough to "go away".

actually "the" urn never leaves i's sronghold. the presentation is made wih a replica

I also wonder at those who suggest that there are too many boats. Facts are that there are only a fraction of the boats there were 40 years ago, and a far greater number are now privately owned and see little use compared to hire boats. I have no doubt that has led to the demise of the stracey arms and the inevitable loss of the Berney Arms and likely loss of Broadshaven and Beauchamp. The broads desperately needs more holiday boaters along with the money they spend if the infrastructure is to survive