May 13th, 2003


Broads Week, Post 11

We left the Ship Inn without incident (save the knee in the previous post) and proceeded upstream as far as the ferry, a chain-driven affair big enough for two cars. We waited long enough to watch it go backwards and forwards once, then turned downstream once more.
Back under Reedham swing bridge with the intention to go down the New Cut towards Somerleyton and look at another swing bridge, further down on the same bit of rail, but when we reached the mouth of the Cut, the River Inspector's launch blocked our way, and she told us that the New Cut was closed. Accordingly we travelled downriver to the Berney Arms and then up the other river, doing in two hours what the Cut would give us in 20 minutes.
Somerleyton Swing Brige for elevenses, vainly hoping that we can watch the bridge opening at some point.
My knee hurts.

Broads Week, Post 10

Late yesterday, another boat moored in front of us. They were still there this morning. We were moored facing upstream, with the tide rushing through the bridge at us, so as we were preparing to leave I knew it would be tricky. I untied the other boat and pulled it back as far as I could, did the same to ours. You can't steer these boats away from a bank -- they steer from the back and you can't swing your stern into the land -- so you have to push the nose out by hand, and then go.
Mother is at the wheel, I'm on the bank. I untie the boat, give the nose a hefty push and leap on. Mother guns the throttle. And then we catch an eddy from the bridge and it pushes us towards the other boat.
I leap forward, sit on the edge of our boat, plant my right foot on the other boat, and push.
There was a push, and a twist, and I heard that familiar tearing, crunching sound from my knee.
Ow, ow, ow.
That's me limping for fortnight, then.

Broads Week, Post 09

The Ship Inn at Reedham is immediately upstream of the swing bridge. It provided us with the best meal of the week so far, you can moor immediately outside (and we did), and less than 20 yards beyond the pub are the best public conveniences in Broadland.
But the tide in this part of the river system rises and falls at least three feet. The current is strong and the bridge structure makes for some unpredicable eddies, and mooring is an art as well as a science.
Last night I demonstrated my mastery in this field.
This morning? Yeees. Setting off this morning warrants a post all to itself.

Broads Week, post 12

We left Somerleyton and went up to Oulton broad, the edge of Lowestoft, for lunch. Then, after the rain started again, I sent the two kids below and took the helm for the long, wet slog back through Gt Yarmouth and on to Acle bridge. yonmei is quite right -- Europe can be blamed for the loss of the old bridge, but the new one is pure DFT. Dinner in the pub and back to the boat. No chat tonight -- I can't type because I can't get a comfortable position with the KB, and she'll be stupidly late home anyway.
The knee still hurts more than it should, despite the e-kisses.