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Boris taking up all the space on the day bed .

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We stopped at Neatishead on Tuesday lunch time, after a stroll up to the shop to get something for lunch we found they had run out of sandwiches, Not a problem we bought some bread rolls and some ham and cheese and they kindly made them up for us, had great time watching the ladies trying to work the coffee machine. Sat outside in the sunshine and had a nice lunch. Top marks for shop nothing seemed to much trouble.

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Wednesday 9th April Coltishall to Horning– Pie Day at the Swan!

The day dawned incredibly brightly and soon the sun was warming the interior of the boat and the battery level indicators were all firmly in the green as a result of the P.V. cells on the roof. We didn’t need to plan where to go today we had decided this part of the trip months ago. Today was pie day at the Swan in Horning and we were saving ourselves to indulge in gorgeous pie eating later on that day. To aid in the saving ourselves to facilitate the gluttony later on we nibbled delicately, at some brown toast smothered in the lovely jam Charlie had bought. We didn’t stint on the tea front though.
Boris ran about for a little while outside the boat before Charlie walked him over to the pub and then round the common all the while throwing his ball and with Boris enthusiastically running after it and leaping about enjoying the fun of being a dog larking about in the spring sunshine. As we didn’t have far to go and all day to get there we had a lovely lazy start to the day and before we did finally depart I had also walked Boris round the common once more and had a really lovely chat with the guys from Dilligaf.
We planned to stop upstream side of the bridge and take Boris to see the very nice lady in the bridge pet stores as she had voiced an interest in seeing a giant Airedale in the flesh. With this plan in mind we already had the top down and so we set off slowly, determined to see how long we could actually take to get to Wroxham. The sun was shining very brightly and Charlie made the bold move to actually expose her limbs, she was wearing a strappy T shirt and a skirt, in fact both ladies were wearing skirts. The simple reason being it was way too warm for jeans and neither of them had thought to bring a pair of shorts. I on the other hand had brought two pairs of shorts and spent the journey down the river luxuriating in the feel of the sun on my Thailand tanned knees. In fact the shorts (plus Bills) were in fact all I was wearing as I had gone semi-monty (full monty is of course reserved for those occasions when completely inebriated, and associated with a total loss of motor control and rational thought capability)
All in all it took us over two and a half hours to bimble slowly down the river, in that time we didn’t see any Otters but we did see two Kingfishers and zilliions of fish. (I know my mum told me a million times not to exaggerate) We also saw several canoeists relieving themselves at the side of the river, oh well not quite the perfect picture.
Arriving at the 24Hr moorings we proceeded to moor stern on right next to Dilligaf and then various crew members wandered into town and Boris and I went for a walk along the riverbank. When we returned to the boat it was well after 13:30 and there were hundreds of people enjoying the sunshine and their lunch by the river. One couple that Boris was particularly attracted to were sitting by the moorings enjoying their fish a chips in paper (can’t be beaten IMO, Styrofoam boxes just don’t do it for me). The reason he was so interested in an otherwise totally innocuous retired couple enjoying their day soon became clear. Sitting or rather lolling down under their bench seat was an absolutely gorgeous and beautifully put together Laboradoodle. He was magnificent and quite gigantic. Boris approached and did the puppy play with me thing of dancing back and forth and doing a little dance. The very regal looking doodle just ignored him in super imperious fashion and sat down, his eyes glued to the fish and chips in front of him. The very nice couple, as a sort of consolation prize, very kindly offered Boris a piece of batter covered fish skin which he gratefully accepted and after swallowing, he lasciviously licked his chops with that “yumms”, that was nice lip smacking sound. Boris won’t normally accept treats from strangers so he was probably thinking he   “got one over” on the very regal doodle.
Unable to get the very regal doodle to play, Boris gave up and wandered back to the boat with me. Just as we arrived so did the other crew members and we headed off to see the lady in the pet shop. On the way to the pet shop walking behind the two ladies I couldn’t help noticing that the backs of their legs were by this time turning quite a rosy shade of pink. I was sure some nose pinkness would also be returning to MD later.  
We arrived at the bridge pet shop to barely contained mayhem in the doorway of the shop. There were dogs everywhere and people patting, stroking and generally enjoying the doggie experience in the shop. There was one fairly large Doberman puppy that seemed to quite like Boris and was scrabbling across the tiles to get to him, his paws “wind milling” in his vain attempts to move from the spot as he was being restrained by his human companions. I dropped Boris’s lead and he went over to investigate the behind the counter area where the lady who runs the shop was waiting for him with a dog-treat in her hand. She offered him the quite strange looking doggie sausage to take in his mouth and chomp away in hungry dog fashion. However, he looked at it, sniffed it, thought about it some more and licked it a little, then rejected it. He obviously felt that this lady didn’t have a doodle and I don’t take treats from strangers. I took the treat from the lady myself and quietly slipped it into my pocket. We had a few more minutes in the shop before it was time to go.
I will definitely take Boris back to the shop it is a little haven for pets and has many lovely treat items for all kinds of animals, and of course a very accommodating owner.
We returned to the boat, called the pilot and waited for him to arrive and take us through the bridge. Once though the bridge, again with many inches to spare, we dropped the pilot and set off on our slow journey to Horning where we intended to stop at Percy’s Island where we intended to enjoy the simply stunning sunshine, watch the world go round and relax by the side of the river for the remainder of the afternoon. We bimbled along being passed by all and sundry, before nipping into Wroxham Broad and opening the old girl up, to be honest this is not really something that MD enjoys and as the speed slowly climbed to 5mph we throttled back and the clamour from the hydraulic drive quietened to the murmur it had been throughout the day so far. Once again we were reminded that this craft may not enjoy some of the faster flowing reaches of the Southern Broads quite as much as it enjoys Horning.  
We approached Horning with Charlie at the helm, we had swapped earlier as it was now my turn to provide the fermented grape beverage service, and I had been diligently observing my duties and both ladies and myself had full glasses as we approached the turn at the Swan. We intended to fill up with water again today and would use the very excellent service provided at the old Southgates yard to quickly top off our tanks. As we passed the island where we intended to stop later, there were three boats moored and so there was no space available for us to slip into after the water stop. Behind us there was a brand new Sealine cruiser getting very friendly with MD’s transom area as we had slowed when we followed the sharp bend in the river, Charlie could see this in the rear view camera as she cupped her hand over the screen to provide some shade. I was standing on the bow of the boat and had alerted Gus to our intention to come for some water and Charlie made an absolutely perfect approach and glided serenely into the mooring spot and came to a stop just as the fenders made the gentlest of contacts with the floating quay heading. There were no bisecting the intended mooring spot manoeuvres on display today, just consummate skill. Charlie jumped stepped off the boat and turned and smiled sweetly at a job well done, and we then celebrated the obvious chagrin on the face of the helm of the cruiser behind us as he realised the possessor of the skill he had just seen was the tiny slip of a thing in purple skirt and matching strappy top grinning away like a Cheshire cat.  On MD we had many such moments on the holiday and we giggled at every one of them, for some reason the 21st century seemed to have passed by some skippers completely. After filling the tanks we decided to pootle up river a little and then turn round to head for the island as it looked like one of the cruisers moored was about to leave. They had returned from the pub via dinghy and there were two or three people fussing with the mooring lines. The space they would leave would be just big enough for MD to slip into using her thruster technology and it would be a good chance to show off. When we actually approached the island another boat had also left and there was more than enough space to tie up and we did so with no fuss or bother at all.
Boris jumped off the boat and ran up and down a few times to stretch his legs and visit Texas on the grassy surface of the island. I picked up and bagged (only one bag) the mini Texas and placed it on the stern of the boat for later disposal. Fiona was wandering up and down the island with her camera wanting to take some close up pictures as there were quite a few geese that seemed quite reluctant to do what they normally do and jump off. As Fiona bent down to take a close up of one plant spilling over the top of the planter barrels on the island, the reason for the reluctance became perfectly clear. There, nestling amongst the grass and weeds were a clutch of goose eggs. They were in a lovely cup of down filled grass and were being heated by the warm sunshine. Fiona quickly backed away and for the rest of the day we kept Boris as far away as we could manage from the proudly nesting goose sitting on her little clutch of eggs.
We spent a delightful afternoon with the top down, sun pad fully deployed as we sat, chatted, sipped some wine and listened to the sounds of Horning. It was a blissfully lazy afternoon and three or four hours sunbathing in the salon seemed a perfect thing to do to prepare us for the pie challenge to come. Whilst the ladies finished topping up their tans, Justin and I rowed across the river to make a reservation at the pub. Table booked we headed back to “get ready” for dinner, which in my case consisted entirely of a brief shower to remove remaining sun cream, putting my shirt on and swapping shorts for jeans. I assumed (wrongly as it turned out) that the ladies would put similar levels of effort into their preparations. Nothing could be further from the truth. They were both, popping in and out here and there, swapping make up tips and generally deciding what to wear for what seemed to me, a mere man, to be an inordinately long period of time. In what seemed to me to be enough time to actually make the outfits they were wearing the two ladies finally emerged and I was flabbergasted. They looked stunning, the hair and make-up was perfect, the outfits looked great, I could overlook the rapidly reddening noses as it didn’t diminish the overall effect, but wow simply wow. I was stunned into a moment of silence. The moment was broken by Justin who stated as only a thirteen year old can. ”You both look nice but we’re only going to the pub”.
The ladies had decided to put on some make-up, do that thing they do with the hair straighteners, and they both looked great. Justin and I looked a little like the delivery men rather than the other half of the ensemble. I had made an effort and some aftershave had indeed been splashed where it needed to go, but the sorry looking polo shirt and jeans was not going to cut it and I was dispatched below to re-think my wardrobe for the evening. I immediately changed jeans for trousers (some pressed ones), a shirt with sleeves, re-brushed my hair and wetted the slightly raised bit that never stays where you put it. I even cleaned my teeth! What more can a man do?
All this took place in the blinking of an eye that it took Boris to consume his dinner. That task completed it was treats on the bed for the dog and into the dinghy for our appointment with “pie night at the Swan”.
If you have never done the pie night at the Swan I would highly recommend it. The pies are excellent the vegetables were freshly cooked and lovely, and the wine selection is also good too. Simply put we had a lovely evening meal that was tasty, very filling and we would do it again in a heartbeat.
My steak and Merlot pie was gorgeous, the chicken and something pie that Fiona and Charlie both ate made my mouth water just looking at it. Justin had the Swan version of Hunters chicken which was enormous and lovely.  The bill was very reasonable and afterwards we sat for a while, soaking up the ambience and sniggering like naughty school children at what had become of our faces after four hours in the sun earlier on. After dinner we rowed back to MD and let Boris have a quick toilet break before we decided that the sun and the lovely meal had both taken their toll and we all quickly realised that after one more glass of wine we would call it a night and head off to the land of Nod.
Before reaching the land of Nod we briefly visited the land of OMG, which was the universal exclamation when the two ladies saw their faces in their respective bathroom mirrors. I on the other hand, always get a red face; it doesn’t make a difference how long I sit in the sun, or which factor sun cream I use, or don’t use, I always get a red face. I could “get a red face in a darkened room” is what my father used to say about me. It remains true to this day. I knew however that, come the morning, the red face will have become a tanned face.  


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They would be tasty with a few rashers of bacon and some mushrooms Smile

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Thursday 10th April
Horning to Salhouse for breakfast then to Fleet Dyke via Ranworth for sailing

The next morning was again blessed with the most gorgeous sunshine with the day quite loudly screaming at us to get up and head off to Salhouse for breakfast, dog swim and walk in the blue bell wood in the sunshine. We of course complied and with the top down mug of tea in hand we set off. Charlie was the helm for most of today and was again equipped with skirt, strappy top and some darkening pink bits from yesterday’s sun exposure. Fiona also had been touched by the sun and was busy liberally applying the sun lotion to her exposed arms, legs and anywhere exposed by todays outfit that exposed different areas to yesterday’s outfit. This is something us five similar/same polo shirt guys don’t have to bother with.
When we arrived at Salhouse Charlie performed a couple of stern on moorings to have a bit of a practice and then we settled on the last one and we all set off for the beach with Boris the magnificent. Boris loves the beach, he loves fetching the ball and he particularly loves swimming after it and then picking it out of the water like someone bobbing for apples at the village summer fete. One consequence of his apple bobbing technique is that he sometimes doesn’t quite open his mouth wide enough or he misjudges things slightly and the result is the tennis ball is propelled beneath the water at a rather, for Boris, alarming speed. His immediate response is of course, in typical Boris fashion, to dip his head completely under the water and retrieve it. What else is a dog supposed to do when his ball disappears from site into the murky depths of Salhouse Broad.
Today was to be another big breakfast day and we prepared all manner of lovely tasty things to eat. The aroma of the cooking was all around the mooring and as we all sat down to eat we had smug little smiles on our faces. After washing up the dishes Fiona and Charlie went to the Blue bell wood to take some pictures of the emerging flowers and walk off a little bit of the rather excessive or should I say substantial breakfast. Today was to be our last full day on the boat and so we were in the business of eating everything we didn’t want to take home Chez Charlie. Boris was gently steaming in the saloon, Justin had his head stuck in his kindle and I was just sitting and watching the world pass us by. We were only going to cruise to Feet Dyke today and so we were going to make more of a day of it by popping into Ranworth broad for a sail and perhaps if the mooring was available to top up the water on the staithe.
The Blue bell girls returned, hoofed Boris off the sun pad which was by now quite damp and smelling of dog. We had brought our own seat covers so Boris didn’t mess up the lovely upholstery on MD and with him enjoying the spring swimming and ball bobbing, the decision to bring the covers was deemed a success. The sun was warming everyone and the mood on MD was high even if this was our last full day floating. With Charlie at the helm, Fiona and I did the rope thing, Charlie did the lifting the mud weight thing (electric capstan) and we set off very slowly in the direction of Ranworth.
The journey was completely uneventful apart from the weather which was superb. Justin and I were sitting on the top of the boat because not only did we have the top down, we had the screens down too. It really was that warm and we were all looking forward to a lovely lazy day in the sun.
When we arrived at Ranworth there were a couple of other boats which were hanging about and leaving or waiting for a mooring spot. One boat surged past us in an attempt to “get there first” and snaffle a sought after mooring spot. Ranworth is not our favourite mooring spot since we don’t like early morning engine starters, and in our experience the staithe is notorious for them, so were not at all concerned at our ability to snaffle a mooring spot. If none were available we would just go sailing a bit earlier than planned and not worry about the water top up. Charlie approached the staithe and we could see some small spaces on the front which if moved over there would be space, but without contacting six or seven skippers and asking them to move up a bit (which we have done with great success in the basin at Rockland) there was no room for MD. Charlie now had MD parallel to the staithe, with the bows towards the dinghy dyke and I was looking to see if there was space down the side of the staithe. There was a group of sea scouts there today and one of their base boats had just left and so there was a one boat sized hole that just opened up behind us. I told Charlie about the space and she said “ok I’ll go straight in”. Her idea of straight in was to stop, and then reverse across the front of the staithe, this action alone received some stares from the rapidly growing crowd watching. With this in mind and mischief planned Charlie reversed across the staithe, gently and slowly round the corner, and without a single moment of hesitation, or being in any other gear but reverse, slowly and delicately approached the mooring. I rather glibly commented to one of the senior sea-scout leaders, that, “Charlie only did that to show off”, which broke the ice and he just laughed and smiled. Charlie had pulled off a stunning manoeuvre, seemingly without effort, MD was perfectly perpendicular to the mooring and as the stern fenders gently kissed the quay heading, she dropped the mud weight, put the engine in neutral and we tied up. No fuss and no bother. Time for an ice cream we thought. What a good idea that was, we exchanged the now familiar greetings with the guy in the shop, where he informed us that he would have to order more ice cream if sales continued like yesterday and celebrated the fact that things seemed at last to be picking up.
As the glorious morning turned inevitably into almost lunchtime, and the sun grew even higher in the sky it was time for sailing and so after filling up with water, Charlie once more took the helm of MD and we moved off to the right hand side of the Broad to drop the mud weight and have a little snack lunch and then prepare for some sailing in the freshening breeze.
The sun was very warm and as Fiona told us that lunch would be more than a few minutes Charlie and I opted to go for an early sail and then have lunch when we returned. We had chosen Ranworth for today’s sailing as Charlie was determined to give it a go and re-start her education into things involving sticks, rags, tillers and dagger boards. The breeze was fresh but not gusty and the presence of the sea scouts and their plentiful rescue boats was quite reassuring. We put on some warm tops, donned our life jackets, rigged up Minimal then pushed off from MD into the broad. I was at the helm to start and Charlie was asked if she would ballast the boat by sitting near the bow to keep us more level in the water. I am not convinced that Charlie was quite sure she liked being referred to as ballast; in fact she may have made some remark to that effect. I assumed the skippers privilege and reminded her that I had spent a long time bailing the bottom of the boat and then used dog towels and all sorts of rags to make the boat dry enough so she could sit without getting her bottom damp, and asked “what more did she want this is dinghy sailing”, and having the boat as level as possible made us go faster without all that heeling over she was so concerned about. In fact we were quite shooting along and Mini seemed to enjoy dancing in the little waves left by the passage of the many sea- scout craft. My main concern with the ballast issue was to ensure that the stern of the dinghy with me at that end was not too far in the water and having Charlie balancing, (only to a small extent) my bigger weight at the stern made my job much easier. As the day continued to warm up so the breeze continued to freshen and as Charlie was to “have a go” it was now time for the big switch over and Charlie to take the tiller. The necessary movements within the dinghy were easily accomplished and soon it was Charlie at the tiller as we “shooshed” about the broad. Charlie didn’t feel she was doing that well but we managed to go where we wanted, both back and forth across the broad and even up to the island so I think I can safely say that “she gets it”. Well done Charlie.
As Charlie did not have any gloves on her hands they soon began to turn a strange shade of very dark pink, both from the cold air and also the sheet she was holding against the by now quite strong wind blowing across the broad from the private moorings. We decided to have one more trip round the broad with me at the tiller and so it was switcheroo again and then we headed for the island. As we were heading towards the private moorings we noticed that George from LBBY was eying up a yacht moored against the quay heading. Although to the casual observer a shady looking character with scruffy cap pulled down to shield his eyes may look like he would be eying up the yacht, we were sure this particular “shady looking character” wasn’t looking to “nick it” and so it proved as the rags and polish came out and he started to work on the yacht. We sailed over and hailed the “shady character”. The surprise on George’s face was a sight to behold as a huge grin lit up his face and he shuffled from foot to foot and then removed his cap to ruffle his hair. I was fairly sure all that preening wasn’t because I was in the dinghy. George, me, and Charlie had a good chat about the progress of Malanka’s restoration work and when she would be floated and so on. LBBY have been doing similar things to Water Rail as Moonfleet have with Malanka and I really can’t wait to see them both back in their true environment and floating once more. By now we were quite peckish and so we headed back towards MD, as we were approaching a group of ducks overflew MD quite low and immediately there was a kerfuffle and some raised voices from within the saloon area.
We thought perhaps another duck had mistimed a landing manoeuvre and flattened itself against the windscreen (these had been put up to provide some wind protection whilst we were sailing), perhaps Boris was chasing the miscreant all over the saloon and hence the shouting. Erm no, neither of these was in fact the cause of the shouting. The direct cause of the shouting was that a couple of the ducks had decided whilst overflying the saloon of MD to “let loose” with a barrage of duck poo bombs which had landed slap bang in the middle of the boat and had covered everyone in duck poo.
I must admit to you all that both Charlie and I had difficulty keeping a straight face when Justin and Fiona explained what had happened. Fiona even showed us the residual evidence whilst maintaining rampant indignation and a totally straight face which did little to reduce the urge to laugh out loud.   We contented ourselves with eating sausage rolls, delicate little sandwiches, some salad and a rather pleasant white Zinfadel (it’s actually pink) which helped us to hide the silly grins we both had.
We stayed moored in the broad for another hour or so enjoying the sun and watching out for low flying ducks, but soon it was time to head for Fleet Dyke and so we used all the gadgets and pootled off slowly towards our evening destination.  Turning into Fleet Dyke, the view that greeted us was quite sublime, the sun was lower in the sky, the water surface was very slightly rippled the by now very gentle breeze and we quietly and with no visible wake just enjoyed the moment of absolute serenity as we headed towards South Walsham. Arriving at the official moorings, there was one or two spaces available and again we used all the toys available to squeeze into a spot none of the already moored boats expected us to attempt. A family on very nice wooden yacht were enjoying an afternoon picnic and we arrived quietly and without fuss so we hoped we didn’t disturb their late lunch too much. Their heads did turn when they saw where we were going to moor but soon their heads disappeared again, the draw of the picnic greater than our mooring evolution. Once we were safely tied up it was time for Boris to have a walk. Boris had been rather agitated whilst we were sailing and he could be seen to be observing us as we sailed round the broad, his head moving side to side. He didn’t quite understand from his vantage point in the saloon, why he couldn’t come along.
As we were walking Boris along past the “wild moorings” on fleet dyke, two rather boisterous black labs came bounding out of the long grass, one a short distance in front of the other. The first one to reach Boris let out a kind of half bark as the size and disposition of the intruder was revealed to him. A few seconds later the other lab appeared and they both stood, tails wagging looking at Boris who was himself, trying to look as tall and intimidating as possible. The stand-off lasted all of three seconds as Charlie then threw a tennis ball and all three lunatics hared off after it.
Boris played with the labs for a few minutes, by which time their owners had come off their yacht and were busily apologising for the rather rampant welcome their dogs had given to Boris. It was very evident by now that the three dogs were having a great time snuffling about in the long grass in search of the missing ball. Eventually one of the labs found it and then the two labs and their owners headed off towards South Walsham and we continued towards the river. The walk along the path towards the river was quite poignant as this was our last evening on the boat, and it couldn’t have been more perfect.
When we returned to MD it was about time to start the feast making and so the same routine for gravy making that we had used before was once more employed and soon the mouth-watering aroma of gently bubbling gravy filled the mooring. Tonight’s feast was to feature another of Roy’s family pies, this time beef and onion, with fresh carrots, green beans and some delicious gravy poured over the whole lot. All this washed down with some more of the Zinfadel. After dinner the evening started to draw in and it was time to put the top up on MD and then watch the sun go down to the accompaniment of the sounds of the Fleet Dyke wildlife, another perfect end to a perfect Norfolk Broads holiday.


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