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Last bit..
Sunday 21st April

It was a rather pleasant morning to wake to, there was the sun, streaming in through the curtains, the boat was gently warming up, there was the sound of ducks quacking and some other wildlife doing wild things. And the most important difference for me was that no-one had their engine running, it was well after 8 am and there was not the slightest hint of engine noise from the entirely filled staithe. Everyone was just enjoying the moment without feeling the need to start their engines, what a complete and totally pleasant surprise.

Fiona was laying snuggled under the duvet blowing breath rings in the air and I was trying to keep as much of me as possible under the duvet. Whilst the boat was warming up, it was still perishingly cold. We engage briefly in the who is going to get up and put the kettle on discussion before Fiona wriggled into her lovely pink onesie and bravely sallied forth to do battle with the kettle. Fortunately for us Laureen had brought some rather stupendous looking venison sausages and I was looking forward to discovering if the taste matched the look. (it did but more on that later).

This was far too nice a day to waste on lying in bed so I quickly dressed and emerged from the cabin into the by now fairly warm cockpit. Griff had already emerged and opened the flaps to remove the condensation that had formed over- night. The cockpit roof has been completely replaced over the winter and this one is totally new, much lighter and subject to a lot less condensation than the old one. The new canvases were also looking good as well. I stepped out and greeted all the members of the forum who were doing forum like things, you know the one, standing about with cups of tea chatting that kind of thing.  A brief request for sauce requirements to go with the sausages revealed that we didn’t have any brown sauce, whilst Fiona and I were discussing this potential disaster and deciding to go get some from the shop, a hand clutching a bottle of the said sauce emerged from the cockpit window of Corsica and offered the sauce up for use with the almost ready sausages. Simon himself did not emerge you understand, just the arm and the sauce….Along with “I heard your discussion please use ours”.

I returned to the galley armed with the sauce and started to gently toast the whole meal bread that was to accompany the sausages. I find that toasting one side gives a nice little crunch and prevents the sandwich from going too soggy.

Five minutes later, sauces applied, hot drinks re-filled, we sat down in the cockpit to enjoy the breakfast feast provided by Laureen.

Griff had been to the shop and provided the Sunday papers so between mouths full of delicious sausage, we exchanged sounds of disbelief over the articles in the papers. Our original plan had been to venture to Womack for lunch in the Kings Arms before returning to Stalham for 3pm and our appointment with the train later that afternoon. But, the sausages were too good to turn down and so we had a change of plan.    
No worries this is Norfolk who cares if we have to change plan. With that in mind we took the canopy down, finished our tea, visited the shore-side facilities and prepared to pootle to Wroxham to enjoy our final day of cruising in the lovely sunshine.

I started the engine, we said our goodbyes and we set off slowly in the direction of Wroxham.   Charlie was securely ensconced on the saloon roof with a sun lounger chair thingy that fiona uses for sunbathing, a cigarette and some coffee. All was well with the world.
If anyone saw the webcams at Barnes and the Wroxham hotel on Sunday morning, they would have seen a very happy sight. Four grinning faces as we made our way up the river in the lovely sunny spring morning. Griff was transported back to his childhood, being on a Broom sitting on the roof and reading the paper. Does it get any better than that? I don’t think it does.

We arrived outside the Wroxham hotel and I did a little show off thing and spun Malanka on the spot to effect the turn round. It’s fun to do and always surprises the folks who have not seen it before. The bit of showing off complete we headed back in the direction of the Ant mouth knowing this was the beginning of the end to a lovely weekend afloat. The cruise through Horning was smooth, we paid our homage to Water Rail on the way past as it is a significant  Birthday for her too this year.

With Griff sitting proudly atop Malanka quite a few people performed the classic double take as we slid serenely past, as soon as the realization struck as to which boat and which person was sitting on the top of it, greetings were exchanged and order was restored to the world. Seeing the dawn of comprehension on the confused faces of the people we saw was quite fun and we intend to repeat the event later in the summer on B.A. Something that Fiona and I are really looking forward to. All too soon the Ant mouth was reached and the ladies started the clean-up and pack in earnest, with mast head down and screen up we sailed through the bridge and on up the Ant, Stalham getting inexorably closer and the end to our weekend drawing nearer and nearer with every passing minute.
This was one of those weekends that we simply didn’t want to end, the weather had been fantastic the company was, simply put, the best! Everything about this weekend had turned out just right. One can’t ask for more than that.

The inevitable happened and Moonfleet was just ahead. A simple mooring manouvre later we were all sorted, tied up turned off and about to be sealed up for Monday when Phils boys were going to do some more work on the old lady.

Bags were moved to the cars, kisses and hugs exchanged (you really must stop doing that with me Griff, folks will talk) and it was time to leave. Griff and Laureen were heading to the wet-shed to finish some varnishing, and Fiona and I were heading to Tesco to stock up with items our merry band of scouts might need for next weekends district camp.

The journey home was tiresome but made easier to cope with in the knowledge that we had had a wonderful weekend and start to the season.

We made it back and through our front door at 12:15 am and headed off to the land of Nodd quite quickly after that. Christian had stayed up to see we made it home ok, he helped unload the car and calm the doggies down who were going potty at the return of the wanderers.

Many thanks to Simon and Sonia and special thanks to Griff and Laureen for making our first trip out this year, and our 20th wedding anniversary such a memorable one. THANK YOU!!      


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One final thing.

Thank you to Phil and the boys and girls at Moonfleet who made the boat ready for us after her winter storage and winter work.

She looks great. We love the new decks and the fact they are so non-slippy.


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You're thanking us?  Confused

I would venture the thanks should be coming the t'other way my friend, and it is too in spadefuls.

For us (Myself and MrsG) it was a perfect weekend afloat.  Top class company and hosts.

For me personally I was somewhat overawed at being afloat on a Broom, a proper Broom of the non-tupperware variety at that.  I was instantly transported back to the late sixties/early seventies as a young lad afloat with Mum,Dad and Bro'  It was surreal. Ok in those days it was predominantly Admirals but the design / build / finishing methods are just the same onboard Malanka

There is no wonder there are plenty of woody Brooms still gracing these gentle waters.  The build methods have to be seen to be believed and Malanka although a few feet shorter and narrower than 'B.A' is around 3 ton heavier, I'm not surprised.  Everything is just so over-engineered in the build size, everything is just so big/solid and HUGE.  For example the deck-head support beams would hold up a boat shed never mind a coach house roof, they must be 3 x times the size of those onboard 'B.A'  She is so well laid out with what seems acres of space.  Proverbial tardis springs to mind.

M&F will have a different weekend experience when we return the complement onboard 'B.A' that's for sure.

So Thanks from me and MrsG to M&F for a truly memorable weekend and I'm proper grateful.

Thanks too to The Corsicans for their company and that fabulous brunch at Salhouse.


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We had a blast Smile

Great company, great weather and the finest location in the world IMHO.

What more could anyone want!  Cheers to M&F, Griff and Mrs G, let the good times roll

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Hear you are, clearly having waaaayyy too much fun in the sun!

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And I get to have some more this weekend too.....boys trip so no you can't come along....

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Boys weekend afloat

Friday 26th April

Another short weekend break, this time with a colleague from work who has never been on a boat before but fancied the idea of a weekend afloat. In other words an ideal opportunity for another Broads convert.

We had a meeting planned to discuss some work related stuff in my office, and so when Lance arrived for the meeting he had brought over is “pull along” carry-on bag.

As he trundled along the corridor outside my office I must admit to a quick sideways glance at his preferred bag for a weekend afloat. Oh dear I thought, and followed with a wry shake of the head as in my brain the words, “it’s a boat mate, not an hotel” wafted through the empty regions of the space between my ears. My fault entirely of course I should have mentioned that soft bags pack down much more conveniently than even the tiniest of carry on suitcases.

With an ever so small smirk on my face we got down to the details of discussing statistical models, binomial distribution, confidence intervals and AQL testing. After 60 minutes of discussion it had by then dawned on me that we could very well be holding this meeting whilst sitting in my car heading down the E40, as opposed to sitting in my office sipping tea and watching the clock tick by to the quitting bell time.

Ok, we made an executive decision (we are good at those) let’s go!  We packed up, said our goodbyes to the remainder of the office folks and headed on out to the car park to climb aboard the big black bus for one of its very last outings. Yes folks I am sorry to announce that the big black tardis bus is about to be replaced with a much smaller although somewhat newer car.

By leaving when we did the traffic was non-existent  and so we made really good progress and didn’t trouble the speed cameras dotted along our route one little bit. We arrived in Calais and jumped an earlier than scheduled train, this meant that arrival in Stalham was guaranteed by 21:30 bar flood, act of god or random agricultural vehicles.  

Due to the A11 improvement work, we decided to use the A12 and this meant Long Stratton and the “chip Inn” would be on our route. Needless to say we arrived at Long Stratton about 8pm and sauntered into the ship shop and waited our turn in the queue.
The queue was rather large as the chip shop was filling a gigantic order for a quiz night and so bread basket after bread basket was loaded with fish and chips of various stripes and kept warm under the IR lamps.  

Now Lance is a nice guy and being from Liverpool he does possess something of a detectable regional accent, despite living and working in the USA and various locations throughout the UK he still has the twang of scouse about him. It therefore came as a bit of a surprise when after some banter back and forth between the ladies packing up the huge fish and chips order he leaned in close to my ear and said, “what did she say?” “I can’t understand a bleedin word”.

I did manage to stop the dribbles emerging from my nose from making a mess of my shirt as I tried desperately to contain my amusement, however with an almost straight face I enquired if he was “having me on”.

“Naa mate it’s greek to me”. Welcome to Norfolk I said and placed our order with the very nice lady standing behind the counter with a bemused smile on her face.  

Our order filled we returned to the bus and scoffed (sorry no other word fits) our chips and pies down with unseemly haste. In fact I made sure to count Lances fingers when he had finished to make sure they were all still there, such was the enthusiasm for chips cooked in dripping, covered in salt and vinegar and piping hot from the fryer.

Our hunger sated we set off for the last 50K or so to Stalham and the waiting Malanka.
Arrival at Moonfleet was routine and unloading the car was a simple matter of carrying one bag so we were soon standing in the car park and looking at the quay heading. As we walked along the quay heading towards Malanka, the Buzz thump, buzz thump, buzz thump, of the carry-on bag containing Lance’s weekend clothes bumping along brought a tiny mirth driven tear to the corner of my eye, which I immediately wiped away and blamed on the fresh breeze blowing across the boatyard.

As we finally reached Malanka Lance just stopped and stared, “its huge” he said, “no she’s 38ft” I said. “But close up she’s huge, very high and the picture in your office doesn’t do her justice” added Lance, as he surveyed the glistening white paint on the side of Malanka facing him. Lance had immediately grasped the thing that was to be an immense source of Fidear and Lance amusement for the rest of the weekend.

As I already mentioned Lance had never been on a boat before, what I didn’t mention was that he is not the most mobile of people and coordinated movement, even without the added support of fermented alcoholic grape beverages was not easy for the poor lad. Well minor details like a lack of movement was not going to stop this son of the pool from enjoying himself and so with a heave ho Lance mounted Malanka’s side and stood proudly on her newly installed trackmark covered deck.  “That’s great mate” I said, “but you’re facing the flat bit at the back, the way in is towards the sharp pointy bit at the front, so you will have to turn round and move up a bit”. With a bit of pushing, shoving and so much laughing we were actually weeping, we finally made it into the cockpit and started to settle ourselves in.  

The Proseco  was chilled to perfection (thank you Phil and Toby) and so after we had settled in with a wine, the kettle was employed and we sat back and started to enjoy that “Ah we have arrived, and it’s lovely feeling”.

More to come over the weekend, including such quotes as “don’t you think taking the rope with you would be good”, “where’s the mooring posts”, “what’s that knot again”, and the classic “RHS of the river pls! No the other RHS…”

Stay tuned…    


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Saturday morning...

I awoke on Saturday morning to the sound of torrential rain, I quickly glanced at the clock it read 04:30, so I turned over and snuggled back under the covers in the hope that the rain would stop, the sun would emerge and we would have a stunning weekend of sunny weather.
After some more snoozing and clock glancing I finally decided that enough was enough and I would in fact get up. The time now was 07:30, the barometer was showing fair and the sun was streaming in through the windows and the pattern of the waves on the Ant were dancing across the ceiling of Malanka in a quiet gentle rhythm. Obviously the man upstairs had been listening this morning and I had been good as my prayers had been answered.

A brief struggle to start the heating was soon over, the kettle was on and I could hear Lance in the forward bathroom fighting with the toilet flush. The plan was to miss breakfast, go to the butchers and stock up with pork products and then the rest of the necessary comestibles at Tesco on the way back to the boatyard.

The trip was quick and easy with the lovely aroma of freshly cooked sausages and bacon wafting gently down Stahlam high street. We decided to purchase a delicious pork and chili-jam pie, resist the bacon baps on offer and head to tesco.

We marched through tesco like men on a mission, which of course was true after a fashion. There are those that like to peruse every aisle, even when only entering the premises to buy loo roll.   Not today,  armed with Lances offer to pay for the weekend food we hit the salad section!  OK let me set the scene for you, two guys bantering back and forth in tesco about which salad items to buy??? Picture the scene if you will. Two blokes in tesco discussing salad at 8:30 am!
We didn’t care, we bought pre chopped lettuce, some salad onions, coleslaw, some radishes and then headed for the bread section where we added some whole-meal bread to the trolley. A quick dash down the cheese aisle and we had added Philadelphia light with garlic and chives, a very brief diversion to the cold meat section and honey roast ham added to the trolley, then  turn left at the end and pass the soft drink section and some coke zero was added. A brief check on the items for our brunch sitting in the bottom of our trolley and we headed for the checkout. Job done 5 minutes total time… Result!!!!!! We may have remarked that the contents of our trolley waaaay to closely resembled a healthy eating option but that was quickly over-ridden by the thought of how much we could fill the sandwich with, and wouldn’t the coleslaw and light Philadelphia be sticky enough to retain the sliced radishes, salad onions and lettuce and five slices of ham each…Our manly credentials restored we headed back.

A quick return to the boatyard and I left Lance to stock the fridge with our weekend food items whilst I headed off to retrieve minimal and give her a good bailing. The early morning downpour had added huge volumes of water to her scuppers.

Mini bailed out and it was time to say our goodbyes and head off to the world outside Moonfleet and Lance’s first experience on a moving boat.

I asked Lance to undo the stern line and I would take care of the bow and push us off and away. From my vantage point of the bow, I glanced over to Lance to observe him and there he was standing stock still as the stern of Malanka drifted slowly away from the quay heading. Rope on board and without a care in the world.

“Don’t you think it would be a good idea to be on the boat Lance” I said,  Oh yes silly me he replied in thick scouse. “Errm, how do I do that then?” “It’s too far!”

Well several choice phrases passed through my mind but the inevitable one did not surface and with a muted “oh my Lord, this is going to be a fun trip,” gently passing my lips I hauled the boat back to the quayside and asked Lance to get on board and sit in the cockpit and we would sort out what to do with mooring and un-mooring later on.
Further tribulations were avoided and we were at last moving off down the river at tick-over speed. As this was Lances first trip and so I thought to entertain him by pointing out the various points on the Ant at which we had observed different varieties of wildlife whilst we had had Malanka.  So we sat in the wheelhouse mugs of steaming tea in hand making a merry procession downriver accompanied by what sounded and certainly felt to me like a David Attenborough documentary on local wildlife habits and habitats. I always knew my Biological Diversity, Behavior and Physiology modules would come in handy as I explained the mating dance of the Great Crested Grebe to a doctoral level Organic Chemist. We had decided to go topless today even though the temperature was not that high, but the sunshine and the windscreen made for a delightful mix of cool breeze, blinding reflections crossing Barton and pink noses by the time How Hill appeared ahead of us.

We were feeling pretty peckish by this time and so decided to pop into Ranworth and see if the Corsicans would be there. Lo and behold there they were chatting to Mercator, little did we know this was over the way too early crossing of the rainbow bridge by their much loved and now sorely missed doggy companion.

Brief greetings exchanged we decided to head off to Cockshoot as the sun angle would by now be perfect for a short brunch break. The pork and Chili-jam pie we had purchased earlier was warming in the oven and the aroma was driving us both bonkers with anticipation.
Cockshoot arrived, an excellent mooring followed with Lance holding onto the rope and wrapping it round the post with joyous abandon. I reminded myself to discuss again the topic of half-hitches and just re-tied the line.

After establishing our manly credentials after our shopping in tesco, the image was somewhat reduced as Lance and I sat in the wheelhouse clutching delicate glasses of an excellently chilled pinot and looking at our rather healthy brunch.

More later…  


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The brunch was delicious and so substantial I felt a little sick. The pie was a stunning success for Lance as he had never had the experience before and so it was keep the fingers away from the mouth time again as the thing was practically vacuumed off the plate.
After brunch we sat where we were and bobbed for a long while, then it was again time to go and we headed for a rendezvous with the Swan Inn for Dinner later that day. The trip to Horning was uneventful and in fact very pleasant, the sun was high in the sky and everything was lovely. My tummy still felt a little delicate after all the healthy eating and so we decided that a few glasses of white Zinfandel (that is in fact pink) would help the situation. We arrived in Horning to a full staithe and an empty island. We had minimal with us for just this eventuality and so we declined the option of double mooring and instead headed for the island and a very enjoyable evening waiting for time to go eat dinner. After mooring and again demonstrating the correct left and right hand loops to create a half hitch to a rather bemused Lance, I thought I would have one more go with the spring I was adding to the centre cleat, the wind had picked up and we  were bobbing about quite a bit with the passing boats. Lance watched with enthusiasm as I again showed the correct sequence loop, invert, drop, pull and so on. When it was his turn to try he dropped the rope in the wrong hand rather than the loop over the post, “drop the loop in your right hand I said,” whereupon Lance dropped the rope in his left hand, “no your other right hand” I added whilst giggling uncontrollably.  
I must admit neither of us was embarrassed by this pantomime performance as the pinot and zinfandel had dulled our senses just a bit and the evening sun was warm and the wheelhouse so inviting, I tied the rope myself and then sat back down and we  laughed together for at least ten minutes.  

We thought it would be a good idea to book a table and so a little later I rowed across, tied up mini and headed to the pub to reserve a table. Reservation made for 8:30 I headed back and quite enjoyed the row across the river. As we bobbed on our mooring we noticed some boats come very, very, close to us at quite some velocity. This of course set us to bobbing again and again. One particularly close and particularly speedy boat was one of the new craft from NBD which rushed past us at no more than 2feet away at considerably greater than 4 mph. The resulting bobbing spilled wine glasses, upset the washing up in the galley and bounced us back and forth in a very violent way. The helm of this boat therefore receives my Darwin award winner and oxygen thief of the week award for terminal stupidity and inconsiderate behavior. If you are reading this entry and I suspect you are, and you heard someone yelling at you to slow down, you should be ashamed of yourself!

Anyway, we were determined not to let anything spoil such a lovely evening and so we settled back to wait for our table to be ready.  After about half an hour of sitting doing nothing and really enjoying it, we saw a craft approach and attempt to moor with the wind and the tide. Although not ideal circumstances the helm made a valiant effort and so I decided to help him and left the wheelhouse and walked down the island to take a rope. In helping the crew (lady crew member) moor up, the couple asked if there was a ferry to the pub, we pointed out that no there wasn’t but you may be able to moor outside the pub as there is space now. This is when the fact that the recent mooring attempt was only the second ever was revealed and my admiration grew as it was not a bad effort at all. However the helm did not fancy another go quite so soon and so he called out that beans on toast was therefore the order of the evening.

Now we had the dinghy and we were going to row across anyway so I volunteered to row the couple across when we went for dinner, and then row them back again after dinner if they wanted to eat at the pub. They quickly agreed and so I rowed them across to make the reservation and rowed them back to wait just as we were waiting.

Lance and I changed for dinner and then waited for 19:45 to arrive. At the appointed hour we knocked on the top of the Brinks Topliner and invited our new friends to join us for the row across the river. I asked them to don their life jackets as you can’t be too careful and off we went. The grateful couple bought us a round of drinks for the ferry ride and we went to our respective tables to enjoy our evening at the swan.  

The food was excellent, the service was excellent, in fact the whole day had been excellent. The return journey in the dark was fun for me but I’m not so certain our new friends enjoyed it quite so much. Their first ever broads holiday together and there they were in the middle of the river Bure in the pitch black being rowed back across the river by someone they had just met. The smiles were a little fixed but there were no mishaps, mis-steps or anything untoward at all. We deposited our new friends back on the island, said our good-nights and at the immensely late hour of 10:15 decided to turn in. All that fresh air had taken its toll and we were dog tired.

Tomorrow was another day and our last for the weekend. We had decided to breakfast in Salhouse on the mudweight and so early next morning before most were up and about we pushed off and gently headed to salhouse, waking as few people as we could.

Pork and Apple sausage with oak smoked bacon awaited us with steaming mugs of hot tea, whole meal bread sandwiches  and the incredible Salhouse view in the morning. I love having a boat, I really do.


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Sunday 28th
As we were pulling up the mudweight after our delicious breakfast, Garyn appeared next to us and said hello. We cruised around him for a few minutes to try and clean the weight of all the newly added mud in Salhouse. From my angle it looked pretty clean but as Garyn pointed out, there was a huge lump of mud stuck to the bottom that I couldn’t see.  Oh well some heaves and drops later, the weight was cleaned and stowed back on deck with rope nicely cheesed around it.
We had a place to go (Folkestone) and a time to get there (8pm) therefore  we had all day to return to Stalham and enjoy our journey, the sky was clear blue although the wind was a little stronger than Saturday.

We decided to head into Wroxham and tie up at the hotel and have a wander about a bit. The journey there was uneventful as that early in the morning there were few boats about. We approached the mooring outside the hotel and Lance brought the bow and stern lines back to the wheelhouse just in case. We slipped gently into the mooring and Lance stepped off the boat (more like crash landed but he didn’t get wet). This time he was holding the rope and looking at it in a rather bemused way. “Where is the mooring post” he asked, “use the rings” I offered…. “The what” he said, “they are at your feet, pass the line through and then tie it off on the boat cleat”.
I must admit to smiling again at the look of confusion on Lances face. One result of this confusion was that yesterday’s quiet practice with the half hitches was completely forgotten and the rear cleat resembled a Tom and Jerry Bee hive of blue rope.
I finished tying off the bow line and went to investigate the ever growing bee hive of blue rope at the stern. Two early morning hotel guests sitting at the tables suggested to Lance that it was fairly obvious that he didn’t have a clue what he was doing (in a very pleasant way I have to add and no offense was taken) and that equally the other crew member did. I took that to be a compliment and Lance smiled and said, “thank god at least one of us does”. What a nice man..

We wandered into the hotel and announced our presence to the reception lady, then left to wander about the town for a few minutes. We didn’t stay long and so in a very few minutes we were off again and headed this time for home and the train and the journey back. We took as long as we could to return to Stalham but arrived shortly after 3pm which meant we had an age to catch our train.

We packed up, isolated the leccy, turned off the gas and disconnected it from the bottle and headed slowly for the way home. We said goodbye to Malanka who had been a good boat all weekend, she is definitely enjoying the new decks and Trackmark and looks really rather splendid at the moment.  

The return journey was boring and I eventually made it home at 11:15 or so, after dropping Lance back at the Chateau he lives in (ok it’s the gate house but it is spectacular none the less)

Dogs went wild when I got in and lots of nose nibbling and licking followed, I did ask Fiona to not do that but she had missed me.

I hope you have enjoyed this tale. The next one will be from this coming trip for the four day ascension break, the first with Children this year.

See you afloat…  


Life is too short

M&F

Forum Girly Swot 11.02.2011

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