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  1. But Brexit will be responsible for an increase in prices at the shops due to additional taxation and costs. That is already evident, especially if you’ve tried to buy from a European supplier and received a bill for duties payable before the product is delivered.
  2. I think Brexit has impacted us more than anyone ever imagined and will continue to long after the effects of the pandemic have eased. I was listening to the radio one day last week and the cost of bringing a container in from Europe has increased almost five fold, from £3000 to £14000. There is now a 700 page importation document to be completed for every load that comes through the docks, including lorries coming in from mainland Europe. I wonder how many extra staff have been taken on to deal with the additional paperwork at the borders. Finally, whilst trying to chase the cooker for our boat, which is actually manufactured in the UK, but was fitted with an ignition unit sourced from overseas, I was talking to the manager of the chandlers from when it was ordered and he said that if he places an order from Europe for say 3k worth of stock, it now attracts import duties and other cost of £400 - £500. All of these additional costs will ultimately be passed onto the consumer. Sadly, with the loss of our manufacturing base, I don’t think we’ll ever see a time when we make things over here in quantity again, we’d still be reliant on importing the raw materials from other countries.
  3. The shortage of lorry drivers could just as easily impact deliveries to the independent butchers shops as well as to the supermarkets. The pandemic and Brexit, not to mention a minor incident in the Suez Canal, have all combined to impact production and delivery of many commodities, compounded by a shortage of labour. Only yesterday, I was talking to a someone in Norfolk, who is aware of a shortage of pickers working in the fields to gather crops, causing them to remain unpicked and rot in the ground. Apparently, us Brits don’t want that sort of employment. It involves poorly paid manual labour and doesn’t involve the use of a desk and computer.
  4. You have my sympathy Ian. I know from our own experience, that solicitors don’t rush. We started to answer questions relating to our sale and purchase in December and the final ones delaying the process weren’t eventually answered by other parties until early March. It was incredibly frustrating, but I guess like most things that aren’t happening at the moment, the pandemic will still be used as an excuse. On a different subject, the cooker we ordered for our boat in June, is still not available. Apparently, there is a shortage of the ignition devices causing the delay, which has been exacerbated by Brexit and massive increases in import taxation.
  5. Still a shortage of bottles, hence a shortage of bottled gas. I spoke to one of the chandlers this afternoon and they are looking at selling bottles that can be refilled at the lpg pumps at the garage. Trouble is, the refillable bottles will be about £200 each.
  6. We were charged £8 (I think) to moor for a few hours at Barnes in a private boat a couple of weeks ago. Overnight is £15. I asked Sue at Summercraft last year and it is now a private marina, so no visitor moorings.
  7. Eight of our last times hiring were with Summercraft and I have to agree. The only other yard that came close (that we hired from) was Gale Cruisers at Chedgrave. Sadly, that level of customer care isn’t found very often in life today.
  8. Very nice. Does that mean a name change for Nipper’s Nipper and Nipper’s Nipper’s Nipper??
  9. It’d be a bit awkward to be honest. She’s normally happy sitting on one of the seats in the aft cockpit (as long as the cushions are out).
  10. Tuesday 14th September The weather on Monday night, when we looked out prior to going to bed, suggested that there was little chance of a photo worthy sunrise on Tuesday morning, so I was in no real hurry to get up. However, when I did, the colour of the sky looked as if I was wrong. I took a couple of shots with my phone and within a few seconds it was gone. Deb took Harley for her morning walk and I started to tidy the boat. It was going home day, so after breakfast we started to head back to the yard. The weather was dull and cloudy, with a stiff, cool breeze. It was evident that the recent spell of ‘summery’ weather was over. The wife went for a shower and I noticed that I had a new ‘first mate’ sitting in the other seat, studiously watching the activity at the sugar refinery as we chugged by. Harley was obviously happy sitting there as it’s where she remained until we’d returned to base and finished packing. I foresee competition for that seat on our next visit!! With our stuff transferred to the car and Norfolk Lady cleaned and ready for our next visit, we sadly locked her up until next time. As we pulled out of the yard, the heavens opened and we reflected on how lucky we’d been with some spectacular weather over the past twelve days. We’d had a wonderful time, eaten well and I’d quite enjoyed the company too! 😉
  11. In my haste to upload the photos, I forgot the one of the sign that caused me some amusement. I’m still trying to visualise . . . . . . . . .
  12. Monday 13th September Dawn broke on Monday morning. It was our last full day and I wanted to get the drone up for some more aerial photos, so looked out of the window to see a mirror smooth river and mist hanging over the river and adjoining fields. After pulling on some clothes quickly, I set the drone up and launched it. I guess it was in the air for about 25 minutes, during which time I shot several photos before landing it safely. After breakfast, we chugged off heading for Rockland St Mary. Having visited Tesco’s the previous day to top up with necessary supplies to go to the end of our break, we realised that we’d forgotten to get tea bags. Doh!!! The Staithe was empty when we arrived, save for one other private craft moored near the electric posts. We moored on the other section, not bothered about hooking up to the mains. We got ready to walk to the shop and as we locked the boat, Ranworth Breeze pulled in alongside, so we had a chat with the owners for a few minutes before heading into the village. I’ve never been to the shop there before and to be honest, it wasn’t what I was expecting, sort of a combination between a village store, post office and tea room. With tea bags purchased, along with a date and ginger cake, we strolled back to the boat. Almost back, we passed a sign, which frankly did make me chuckle as I tried to imagine what it was warning. Back on board, we put some part baked rolls in the oven and cooked some sausages to fill them for lunch. With a touch of brown sauce, lovely. I had thought about Langley Dyke for our last nights mooring, but had seen a post on Faceache, showing it to be fairly full, so we opted to head for Hardley Mill pontoon instead. Knowing it to be quite a popular mooring, I didn’t think there would be space available, so had Hardley Cross as a fall back, but as we rounded the bend it became obvious that there was no one else there. Happy days!! We tied up and chilled for the rest of the afternoon. The weather had been largely sunny, but a little cooler, with variable amounts of cloud. I sent the drone up again to get a few shots of the mill and as the sun set, took a few more with my phone and camera. Dinner was a boneless salmon fillet, with fine beans and boiled new potatoes. We watched Silent Witness before retiring for the night. It had been a good day. It had been a good break, one that we’d both needed after quite a hectic time at the bungalow. Home tomorrow, Deb returning to work and me to continue with updating our home and hopefully to wash our cars which had been sadly neglected whilst a skip had been on the drive during the period that work continued on the bathroom and kitchen.
  13. I woke on Sunday to the sight of sunlight through the roof hatch in the fore cabin. Once up, the wife took the dog for a wander and I dried the windows down. We had breakfast and set off, destination Norwich. Chugging up to Postwick the previous day had reminded us that it had been over a year since we last visited the city by river, so going again would make a change. There we’re a few craft moored at The Ferry House and the moorings at Bramerton were full, too. We were in no rush and the journey into Norwich took about two hours. The scenery entering the city by river has changed greatly since my first visit about fifty years ago, with many new apartment blocks springing up, along with sympathetic remodelling of some of the old warehouse buildings into residential premises. Only the old Coleman’s site remains, which I guess will be redeveloped in time. Also, since the old floating restaurant has been taken away, the station building is clearly visible from the river, which has quite an impressive facade. By now, the weather had warmed up it had turned into a pleasant day. We moored almost opposite Pulls Ferry, dropped the mud weight, locked up the boat and wandered over Bishops Bridge and back along the riverside walk to the back of Pulls Ferry before going up the road and past the Cathedral. It was good to see so many people out and about, enjoying the sights and the good weather, so different from how it was in July 2020 when we last visited and the city was virtually deserted. As we entered the shopping centre, it was clear by the number of empty shops that like so many other centres, the pandemic and its effects had impacted many businesses. We didn’t need a lot of supplies, so a visit to Tesco near the market was sufficient to get what we needed. Shopping done, we retraced our footsteps back to the boat. The Red Lion pub In Bishopsgate, just by Bishops Bridge, that had closed down last year, has been reopened and appeared to be doing good business, with most of the outside tables occupied. I’ve read good reviews about it, so must visit there at some point to try it for myself. Back on board, we had bacon rolls for lunch, before topping up with water and setting off again. I had a couple of spots for overnight mooring in mind, the Commissioners Cut being the first, which was already occupied sadly, the other being Bramerton. As we approached, a large cruiser cast off, so we quickly moored in the space he’d vacated and set up for the evening. It had become quite breezy and had clouded over. The wife did some knitting and Indic a couple of crosswords. Later, we cooked our dinner of pork chops, new potatoes, cabbage and gravy and as we couldn’t get a signal to watch Endeavour, using my phone as a hotspot, we streamed the last two episodes of Vigil. One things for certain - I couldn’t go on a submarine. How claustrophobic does that look? After that, it was bedtime. Monday was to be our last full day on board and I hadn’t a clue where we were going or how we’d spend it.
  14. Get both views, however tarring specific groups with the same brush happens in all walks of life. How many of us became tired of ‘the immigrants’ and was that not one of the major factors in the Brexit discussions? Many of ‘the immigrants’ came here for work, filled many of the jobs that we Brits don’t want to lower ourselves to fill (in care and transport for example) and paid their way. I was sat at The Ferry House one weekend in July 2020, when a boat full of lads sped past with music blaring out, the crew apparently largely the worse for alcohol, dancing on the roof of the boat. It was in the local press and social media the following morning that the police had been called to the boat at Norwich Yacht Station overnight to try to calm down the crew, whose high jinks were causing a nuisance. That sort of behaviour, frankly I can do without, not only for the noise, but the fact that they had no regard for the dangers presented by their surroundings, which could have led to another tragic alcohol fuelled death on the rivers. It’ll be better when they can return to Magaluf to do what the Brits are best known for in such places. Sorry, but my opinion.
  15. Saturday 11th September The alarm went off at 05:15 and I dragged myself out of bed. It was too dark to see much out of the windows, but it wasn’t raining. The wife pulled some clothes on and took Harley for her walk. It would be a few hours before we moored again, after we’d set off, so she needed time to empty her tanks ! I readied the boat, mopping down the windows, taking in the TV aerial, opening the curtains and getting the dog’s breakfast ready. The wife returned, the pooch having done her business and just before 06:00 we started the engine and set off. I hadn’t called the yacht station to check the tide times, but had used the table on broads.org, which showed low at Yarmouth to be around 07:30, but the Awiegh app, low was earlier at 07:05. Either way, we’d be there somewhere between low and slack, so should be okay for clearance at the bridges. As dawn broke, it was evident that the weather had changed, with cloud cover and a grey sky. It had been quite a high tide and the ebbing flow helped us make good progress towards Yarmouth and we went through the yacht station at about 07:25. There was almost 11ft at the road bridge, so more than enough for us to pass easily. Turning right at the yellow post though caused us to nearly come to a stop as we hit the falling current turning onto Breydon. With more throttle applied, we were soon making headway across an almost deserted stretch of water. We passed two or three craft coming in the opposite direction and by one Barnes boat who was almost on the plane as he overtook us. It was one of their old AF 42s. I didn’t think they could do that!! He was soon out of sight and heading towards Burgh Castle. We turned right and passed Berney Mill. It wasn’t long until before he came storming past us again, still travelling far too fast and creating quite a wake. I went for a shower as we headed towards Reedham and Debbie took the helm. Morning ablutions completed, I went back to take over and was told that the speeding Barnes boat had been moored in Reedham as we passed through and by the time we’d got to Hardley Dyke, he came steaming past again. There were quite a few sailies heading down river, some making good progress in the breeze that had developed. We passed Ray, moored at Cantley. I’d like to have moored for a chat, but we needed to get to Brundall to meet our friends back at the home marina, so waved and carried on. The rest of the journey was fairly uneventful, aside from seeing the Barnes craft mooring at a private fishing jetty as we approached The Beauchamp Arms! We arrived at our moorings at 10:55, not bad timing if I say so myself, about twenty minutes before our guests arrived in their car from Northampton. Once aboard we cruised back along The Yare, down Fleet Dyke and to Rockland Staithe, where we moored for a cheeky pint and lunch. As we sat outside, the clouds rolled away and were were left with a lovely, sunny afternoon. Sated, we cruised back up Short Dyke onto the main river, passed through Bargate and to Postwick Viaduct, where we turned and returned to the marina. I’d tried to book a table at The Bridge Inn for dinner, but they were fully booked, so settled on The Fur and Feather. With the boat moored and secured, we drove to Woodbastwick and enjoyed a good meal there. When finished, we drove back to the boat, had a coffee and our friends departed at about 22:30. It had been good meeting up with them again, the first time we’d got together since before the second wave of the pandemic and we’d all had a good time. It had been a long day and it wasn’t long before we were tucked up in bed. Apologies for no photos, but entertaining our guests had been a priority. Normal service will return for the next instalment.
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