Another Easter school holiday and another opportunity to grace the beautiful waterways of the Broads! As usual for us, our adventure started at Richardson’s boatyard in Stalham (after a 4 hour drive from the Sussex coast). Also as usual, another swift handover from the staff and we were trained, loaded, handed additional bedding and a hair dryer, and underway in less than 50 minutes. Our guy at the yard told me they were turning around 35 boats today but that was less than this time last year. My 6 year-old son’s excitement was well and truly in overdrive by the time we started chugging toward the Ant – questions and screams of excitement shouted left, right, and centre (or should that be port, starboard, and amidships?).
In a departure from previous years, we didn’t start by heading down river but by turning right (or to starboard) and making for Wayford Bridge. Last year was the first year we had ventured that way and there is the most picturesque wind pump/ drainage mill and cottage. The wife suspects the cottage might be on Air BnB or similar – and it does look gorgeous.
Cruising aboard a sedan, we were never going to fit under Wayford Bridge and, bird song aside, it isn’t the most picturesque spot. So why head up there? Well, this year we MIGHT just be able to pull off a ‘Grand Tour' of the entire Broads river system. The wife had given permission for a full week and, tides and weather willing, it looks possible to make Norwich, Beccles, and Wroxham! Whether this happens or not remains to be seen. But I will remind forum members that I once made it all the way from Stalham to Geldeston on a short break (4 nights). However, tomorrow’s forecast isn’t looking great…
Having reached the bridge and ‘ticked off' this stretch, we began our leisurely chug down the Ant. A couple of speedy day boats were heading up (I assume back to Wayford Bridge?) and a big Alphacraft met us as the channel squeezed. I’m going to guess they are fairly new as they took up the entire channel whilst we had to find some weeds to hide out in as they passed. I hope their skills improve swiftly as many parts of the Ant are twisty and narrow and it can get mighty busy!
(For those keeping track, we came via Barton Turf to tick that off – I had forgotten just how many moorings were there!) Barton Broad was a new experience for us – or rather the wind was! It is becoming tradition that our son has his first go at the helm whilst we are crossing this large expanse of water. I was a bit dubious about whether this was the smart choice today as there was quite a chop on the water (at least a foot in places), not to mention a serious head wind. Richardson’s are in the process of equipping all their boats with GPS speed readouts (at least, the chap at the yard said that was their plan) which showed just how much of an effect the wind was having on us. We needed nearly 2000 revs to make 5 mph.
As many an experienced boater will know, not only does a headwind make the cruise slower but it also has quite an effect on the helm – steering can become quite lively. This was to be the case for our intrepid helmsman today. Several occasions saw a gust catch him off guard and saw us heading for a marker. Obviously, all is safe as I am always right at the helm with a hand on the wheel if needed but I like to give him the space to make mistakes and (sometimes) fix problems himself. I only really had to step in once when his little arms just couldn’t turn the wheel quick enough to correct our course.
Irstead was beautiful as always and we continued on to How Hill. As we approached, a small boat was… well, I'm still not entirely sure what they were doing. They had their bow into the opposite and windward bank. I assumed they were trying to start a wild moor but, as we approached, they sent the internationally recognised signal for stop (giant waving and crossed arms). I had already started backing off and complied (only now starting to realise how strong the side wind was becoming. They had boathooks astern (had they dropped something, fouled the propeller maybe?) so couldn’t be wild mooring. Then the wind pushed them across the river, seemingly without any attempt to avoid this from their motor (had they lost their engine?). The wind pushed them to the nearside bank where they started to go ashore with rhond anchors. Still no idea what that was about but I saw them come past us once we had moored up for the night.
We were leading two other boats as we approached the moorings at Ludham Bridge (our traditional first night spot). Boy, was it busy! A Siesta was making hard work of trying to moor on the BA moorings (into the wind) and was blocking the river. Another cruiser was waiting to pass them and us, and we had the two cruisers behind too. With the side wind, and no room to manoeuvre, I settled for allowing the wind to guide us to a perfect spot. Once we were secure, I went down toward the bridge to help the beleaguered Siesta tie up, having been blown over and down river.
A bit later, and our boat from last year showed up – Spring Horizon II – and I offered to help them tie up too. A lovely bit of helming as they slotted the boat in perfectly on to a space only a tad bigger than the boat. Once I had their stern line on, the most remarkable and unbelievable thing happened. I mentioned to the lady that this was our holiday boat from last year and she replied with, “Ooh - you’re the man on the video. I recognise you!” Naturally, I apologised to her and her daughter for my dreary boat review and then promptly ran away like a coward. I’ve never been recognised before! I did wish them a good holiday though.
Having driven here with heavy overcast, I had mentioned to Mrs Catcouk that I suspected we wouldn’t be treated to another glorious sunset over the Horning Marshes, I’m delighted to say that I was wrong. Maybe not the best sunset but it was still great. We watched the sun go down as we ate tonight’s meal from ‘Hello Fresh’. Not sponsored but this was a great idea. We have five compact meals aboard and tonight’s macaroni cheese and homemade garlic bread was delicious (well, the bread wasn’t homemade).
I finish tonight’s post with two moans. Firstly, why are there no recycling bins here? That’s fairly minor though. My main moan is why are so few people wearing lifejackets?!?!?! I helped moor three boats up tonight and only our crew were fully prepared! Seriously, how hard can it be? We really don’t want any more deaths up here – WEAR A LIFE JACKET!
Rant over. Now, we’re going to try and get some sleep whilst the 40mph gusts batter us against the mooring, creaking on the fenders. Here’s to a great week!
[Photos to follow – wrote this on my laptop, photos are on my phone…]