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Friday 26th May. Another glorious weather day forecast. First job was a message to Tony back at home that a big watering session is needed on the allotment. I try to keep it to a minimum and certainly for when he’s in charge, but I wasn’t expecting such a long spell of dry weather so peas, beans, germinating parsnips, flowering potatoes and new fruit trees will need doing. Poor love! He’s already having to give away spinach, asparagus and lettuce. Sooner or later he’s going to bring up the subject of boating versus allotment but till he does, I’m keeping stum🤭 I have my tomatoes on board to keep me company. I’m putting the canopy up at night to prevent shocking them, but they did get a bit wind blown when going along a few times. They’re still only tender babies and had spent the previous week sheltering in the car (I didn’t think tomatoes would fit on the boat as well as extra guests over the past weekend) My plan had been to gently find my way back up the Bure and along the Thurne over the next couple of days but then I remembered about the Thurne regatta, so thought I’d make haste out of the area. Mooring up on the Bure to watch would theoretically be lovely, but in practice rather stressful as I wouldn’t know if they can turn quick enough when hurtling towards me moored up. Of course they can, but it’s the fright of it! So a long old cruise up to Wroxham and under the bridge was done and very enjoyable too. Low water was at 12.30, so with unexpected perfect timing, I arrived dead on! It was still quiet all the way up, plenty of space anywhere I could have chosen to stop, apart from Horning staithe. I was nearly tempted by the wild mooring nearly opposite Ranworth Dam, Cockshoot, then Horning church, then Wroxham Broad island but my goal was Hoveton Viaduct. Karizma passed me heading downstream (or was that the day before? sorry Steve and Tracey). Bridge showed approx 7’ so no sweaty palms going under. Plenty of space at both sets of moorings and I chose the far end spot of the viaduct moorings which I’ve often hoped for but never achieved. It’s nice being able to easily see both ways along the river. No long walk do-able from here, so a leisurely afternoon with a trip to Roys diy for some black japanned woodscrews and lots of chatting to other ‘moorees’ and then a very welcome visit by Jean (SwanR) whom I’d messaged earlier to announce my whereabouts and invite down. Great to catch up on news Jean. Organising some ‘guest bookings’ on board over the summer now I have the boat back, and Friday’s quiz completed a very relaxing day.

Agreed in full

Leaving the office early again Grendel, you city slicker!

My knees ache this morning!

I think I might bring my little camera with me next time to try it out.

Hi ree and welcome, The Wroxham tour boats are informative. When I went, the year before first hiring, it did nearly put me off though as starting at Wroxham where there are so many boats moored up and zipping along, I thought ‘how on earth does anyone manage this themselves’? But it certainly did give me the bug for hiring later. I’d suggest spending half of your day at How Hill. Not only is it a good place for a shortish walk along the moorings and river, and with a walk to the secret garden (very colourful at this time of year) and the formal gardens if you catch them on a day they’re open, but there’s also a boardwalk nature reserve (no dogs), an old eelcatcher’s cottage/museum to explore, very tasty icecream to buy, a wherry to have a look around and a wonderful, peaceful electric boat trip into the nature reserve, along narrow dykes, right down at water level with a stop off at a bird hide halfway round. Apart from the electric boat trip, everything is free. How Hill is on the river Ant near Ludham.

Wayward! Last year I thought maybe the paths were due to no mow May, but then they never got round to it in June or July either for most of them. The lady at Stracey Arms told me they are scheduled for twice a season but it doesn’t happen.

How does everyone else manage these beautiful sunset photos? I never get a good one and it’s the same sun and more or less the same place.

That’s wierd, I thought all my fenders were set at the same height. Thanks Neil.

Well Jean, you won’t be after today’s tale! Thursday 25th May Why can I not get going early, even though I wake at the crack of dawn? I do like the lazy breakfasts though Grendel went past on his way to Yarmouth as I was sort of getting ready to set off. First stop was a water fill at Russell Marine on South Walsham Broad. It’s so easy to get into and very smartly kept. Then a pootle down towards Stokesby, hoping for the wild mooring on the last opposite bend before Stokesby. It was free and I moored up the other way round to what I wanted due to the tide direction. The weather was dull this morning so I had a quiet morning catching up on paperwork and finances. By 1.30 the sun was out, just as the forecast had promised and I planned a partly new walk. I set off towards Tunstall Dyke along the flood bank. Omg, totally overgrown. Always the optimist, I presumed it’d get better. No chance! Finlay’s in there somewhere. He was being very thoughtful, running to and fro in front of me to make some sort of a path. Temporary relief as I went past Lavender Walk where the owner had cut the grass. Then over the stile into this!! There’s even a beautiful Norfolk County Council public footpath sign on the stile to rub salt into the wound. With the signpost saying Acle 2.5 miles and G.Yarmouth 8.5, I have no idea what the council think you should do when confronted by that lot! I batted my way along to Stracey Arms where the lady in the cafe told me lots of folk have been complaining and someone from the Windmill Trust is trying to get the council to cut it. So that walk was actually less than 2 miles, but totally exhausting. I had a cup of tea and bakewell tart to revive myself - well, good excuse. I couldn’t face going back the same way, so crossed the very busy Acle Straight and walked along what turned out to be a rather fast and fairly narrow dead straight Branch Road to Halvergate. I stopped at Tunstall church which is partly a ruin but I was too late to look in the church. The Weavers Way footpath along field margins was very enjoyable, and then along the lane where a deer shot out across in front of Finlay and he responded superbly to my stop whistle. I found the footpath that leads across the railway and then the A47 again to Tunstall Dyke. I’ve done this walk before a couple of times in the other direction and it’s never in particularly good condition but this was taking the mick. Either end of it. Probably 3/4 mile of that! I’m not going to keep banging on all summer about the footpaths and am not going to reinstate the ‘state of footpaths’ thread as it’ll just be a repeat of last year, but I am going to send a letter to the leader of Norfolk county council, and copy in my MP and ask him to forward it to the relevant MP for the area. Upkeep of public footpaths is a statutory obligation, much like streetlights, highways etc. if it’s marked on the map it needs to be accessible as it can put people in an unsafe situation. Crossing the Acle Straight was no fun, neither was walking along the road to Halvergate. I ended up walking 8 miles instead of the 3.5 I was expecting. Not being able to see where I was putting my feet, I slipped and fell a few times, into a patch of stinging nettles just after taking my jumper off of course! I had to drop down the flood bank a few times not knowing if I was walking into boggy ground nearer the dyke and the flood bank slope itself is extremely steep when you can’t see the ground. If I’d had children with me, like the family I was told about at Stracey Arms, and had to carry them, that extra effort would have not been good. As it was Finlay cut his tongue and front legs on the long grasses. Let alone the impression it gives to holidaymakers who might have come to Norfolk for a walking holiday. And bringing money into the local economy. Anyway, nuff said. Finlay enjoyed himself on the last leg, standing stock still when he flushed each of three pheasants and not one bark -perhaps he’s growing out of that at last, it’s frowned on in a working spaniel. Once I got back, the evening was so calm I decided to turn the boat round on the ropes, partly to practice and partly so I can lie in bed in the morning and look out at the river! I spotted Rambling Rosie going past going downstream, but don’t know if Neil had spotted me and found no sign of life! Sorry if you waved and I didn’t acknowledge you Neil. And now, sitting here writing this, I realise my knees and hands are tingling with all the nettle stings of the day. Lol.

And I’m very much looking forward to reading it. Many thanks. ❤️

Confirmation of the ladder issue. When I was down there in the car last autumn, I went in to speak to the staff about best practice mooring up down there. Nathan said they quite often moor people up across the ladders for getting on and off.

Where are you off to this fine evening Neil? I was washing my hair, looked out of the window and recognised a smart dinghy going by. You were too far past to call you!!! It’s a stunning evening for a cruise.

In my dreams, when we move here, I buy a house with the best access to both dog walking from the door and the water. One day, maybe?

Wednesday 24th May These light mornings mean earlier wake-ups, but I managed to put my head under the covers and sleep a bit more. Finlay had had another undisturbed night. Being moored at the river end wild mooring along Fleet Dyke spurred me into starting out walking nice and early too, but not until I’d learnt how to adjust the cut in/cut-out pressure on the water pump. It seems if you increase one, the other one increases too. I’d hoped there were two separate screws to turn. So a compromise was reached and the pump is now not ‘juddering’ as it comes to a stop. And not staying on quite as long after the tap is turned off. My plan was a lovely long walk and not moving the boat for another night. I did a walk I’ve done many times, with just an added bit of exploration towards the end. 6.5 miles in total. Around the river bank path to Upton Dyke, the notable thing being that it again is getting quite overgrown as far as the ‘2 dead trees’ pumping station and then beautifully cut from then on. I walked in the longer uncut bit on the first section rather than in the side bit that people trample to try to start discouraging the vegetation from growing (it’d take many hundreds of pairs of feet to do that really, but thought I’d make a start!) so was relieved to hit the shorter grass later. At Thurne mouth Before the black mill I came across a man on a ride-on mower coming towards me. I hoped he’d stop to chat, as I wanted to ask why it gets half done (I suspect up to the pumping station is Upton parish, with South Walsham further round) but I didn’t have the heart to ask him to turn his engine and ear defenders off, so with a cheery wave he went past. I chatted to Trevor the window man along Upton Dyke, where he was replacing a boat window. He’d replaced a Perspex window for me last year. His dog came out to greet Finlay. A hire boat came into moor at the end but was having trouble getting in close enough, so I gave them a hand. The couple seemed to be very much enjoying their first experience of boating. Then onto the community shop for a large cup of tea and scone, total cost £1.90, no rip-off prices here!!! They even had a large lump of ginger root in stock for 50p. After going back down towards the marsh, turning left along the lane and following the woodland path from Upton towards Pilson Green I did a slight detour. The woodland path was surprisingly dry apart from a few spots, but my trainers managed OK. This was my first venture out this year without wellies on. Some late primroses were hanging on but the canopy cover is now fully in leaf do it was quite shady. At the end of Low Road there was a sign directing to K9 unleashed, dog walking field, so I realised I’d never walked down that lane before. There are some beautiful cottages down there. I walked down Low Road, past the NWT carpark to the house at the dead end where the field is, took a few photos for a friend and then retraced my steps as far as a footpath along a hedge boundary, skirting a grass field then a barley field (out in ear rather early I thought, but perhaps varieties are now being bred to reach that stage in May rather than June). The path came out next to a little pond that I know I’ve sat beside before, it’s on Marsh Road leading down from Pilson Green, so I knew where I was. Back along the field footpath to the carpark near Kingfisher Lane and past the public staithe etc round to the moorings. I’d spoken to someone on my way past Russell marine to ask how much the water cost, it’s £1 so I decided I’d pop down there and then get on my way. But then I got that phone call from Catherine with the baby news, so decided I’d stay put for the night and have a video call with her when I got back to the boat. Grendel came down Fleet Dyke in Water Rail upstream of the ‘bend’ moorings and we exchanged a greeting. The rest of the day passed in a blur, ringing family etc. I couldn’t ring Tony at home until Catherine had confirmed she’d rung him to tell him he was now a grandad/Grampi or whatever and when I caught up with him later, he was on cloud9. I couldn’t get a word in, very unusual for me!!

It’s just your mind working overtime Biker.

One was heard on Upton marshes last week.

Yep, very considerate! Nan for me, Mouldy. Not sure for Tony yet. When I said one of the possibilities over the phone, he said it sounded like Grumpy, which would be very apt😂

No, but plenty of it, pea-soup like down Fleet Dyke on Saturday morning and again this morning. Finlay’s not allowed in. Probably nearer 32ft as I fit in there, at 35ft.

For those either reading Water Rail’s thread, or were at the meet or wondering if I’d actually get to the meet last weekend, I’ve just been told my granddaughter (baby no name) was born on Monday evening, a healthy (hefty) 8lb12oz and both mum and baby fine, mum already knackered😂

Sorry I didn’t get a photo of you Grendel. Too far for my phone. It seems to be getting busier down Fleet Dyke now.

I was eyeing that one up Grendel. I was going to go down, fill with water and snuck in there. Then my daughter rang and wants me to ring back (baby news maybe?????) so now I’m staying put till the morning.

So now we have Womankind Island and Muddywoman Staithe.

Tuesday 23rd May On my way at 4pm for over a week on the rivers. And the forecast is set fair so far. I had an interesting day of exploring. Grendel’s post yesterday of Castle staithe at Wroxham reminded me I had promised myself to find the access from the road, assuming it must be accessible, going by all the families etc who use Caen Meadow in the summer. I duly found the right road, (Castle street or Church lane will take you there). Parked up and walked down to the staithe which was blazed in beautiful sunshine and deserted. Finlay had a good run around in Caen meadow before we set off for a road walk. Up Church Lane, across the main road into the Avenue. Some big houses up there. I followed Staitheway Road down to the moorings opposite Barnes Brinkcraft. I’d always wondered how you got to them. I don’t know who owns the moorings as there were no signs. Back up to the Avenue, with a detour down another dead end road (Hartwell Rd) leading to Barton House Railway. And then along to the sailing club at Wroxham Broad. There’s a useful little slipway there, open to the public. Back to the Avenue again and s as long to Salhouse Road, following it round to the mini roundabout by Roys garage, along the main road and back down Castle Street to my car. It was a very relaxing walk although the Avenue was a surprisingly busy road. No idea why I didn’t take any photos. Although my best days are on the river, I do enjoy finding out about more of the area, so don’t really mind having to wait for my boat an extra day. But now moored up following a stunning day weather-wise, I can feel relaxation mode kicking in.

My absolute pleasure Helen. Loved having you all.