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Hi Garry
It was great to meet Ashley and the lovely model of Manka. She is beautifully made and he should be proud.
I hope he can put his skills to good use in his chosen profession.

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Doesn't she look great without the dark stain. Beautiful job.

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Hi Barry thank you for that. Removal of the dark stain is going to be an ongoing project for the next few winters, not completed yet by a long way but she does look much nicer now the rubbing strakes and stuff have been done and the first go at the cabin sides has been finished.
Next time pop in and have a look at the new dash it really does dazzle, I am very pleased with it. I had to wear my sunglasses....

Pleased to see you posting again after damaging the concrete at Martham. Always welcome my friend, we will be back the weekend of the 27th (April).  

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The cabin sides were first darkened whilst under the ownership of the other owners from Grimsby. They arranged with a boatyard to have the varnishing redone and were horrified when the boatyard took it on themselves to make it dark.

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Dear All,

This thread is here in Holiday tales to collect all the memories of Malanka in one thread. Here goes the latest one:

Wot no Frey bentos?
My anticipation level was at fever pitch, our Easter cruise had been some-what  chilly and our first such foray into early season cruising. This trip was to include our first ever overnight guest of an official sort. Ducks, Geese and other assorted wildfowl didn’t count, it was also our 19th wedding anniversary and a celebration at the Bridge Inn Acle had been planned with reserved mooring for two boats (thank you Vanessa)and a lovely meal with friends was eagerly anticipated. The forecast was for wet and windy but the view from my office window was of rabbits doing what rabbits do in April in the pleasant afternoon sunshine. My last meeting was behind me and I was sitting waiting for the minutes to pass, my mind was not at all on business stuff, more on what will our guest think of our  accommodation  and would she be able to survive the weekend without bottled water and the seemingly ubiquitous frey bentos pies? All would be revealed.
Charlie the well-known Aston appreciator in chief was to be our guest, we had met up over the Easter cruise and as Blue dolphin was to be out of the water having a new paint job we offered her the chance to a have a weekend afloat she was not expecting. We had arranged to meet up at Moonfleet and we were going to text when we passed the A12 slip road on our way to Stalham. We were also going to break a duck for Charlie and take her out for an Indian meal. We thought we could do Brussels to Stalham after work and still make it in time for the Oasis. As the minutes ticked by I decided I couldn’t resist and packed away my stuff headed off to  wait by the security gate.
Sitting outside in the lovely afternoon sunshine I thought the weekend was off to a lovely start, what could possibly go wrong. Well apart from the traffic in Lille, the wind and the rain, not much as it turned out.  
Fiona arrived with Justin, the older two were staying home to start working for their summer exams, and so we set off. I will pass over the traffic in Lille only mentioning that a journey that normally takes two hours this time took over three hours. Unless the M25 was kind to us we would not make our Curry date with Charlie. We left Calais to bright sunshine and arrived in Folkestone to wind, rain, hail and dark skies teeming with rain. Oh joy!!!!
We decided to use the M11 and A11 as this seemed to offer us the best opportunity to make up some time, as we cruised along at a steady 112.4 kph, I watched the ETA tick down to the point where the curry date and a first for Charlie was back on the cards. You see the reason the anxiety was that Charlie was going to break her duck she had never before had an Indian meal….We swapped texts as we drove along (well Charlie and Fiona did) and we settled on 10pm arrival and straight to the Oasis. The weather improved as we drove along in that it stopped raining, but it was a cold wet miserable start to the weekend.
As we pulled into Moonfleet and started to unload Charlie pulled into the car park behind us, she claimed to have been driving round to see where Tesco was but we suspected she had been lurking round the Staithe as we were later than we wanted. Greetings out of the way we headed in high spirits (it had stopped raining) to the Oasis.

We sat down and started the usual menu perusal, this time of course it had added meaning as Charlie was doing this for the first time. Justin kept suggesting items from the menu that seemed to focus on spicy chilli pepper sauces, which Charlie was resisting very well.
Anyway to cut a long story short and actually get to the boating part, the meal was great the service was great and Griff popped in to say hi too.
We returned in high spirits to Malanka, turned on the heating, turned on the new immersion heater for some lovely hot water and settled down to unpack and sort out stuff for the weekend. Beds made without creases, duvets plumped and a glass of champagne or two later we called it a night and went to bed.
Next morning bright and early having washed in lovely HOT water (one of those full washes Lisa talks about) the day could not have been better, so OK it could have been sunny but apart from that it was a good day. Plans for the Tesco run and the high street butchers run were made and executed, final preparations with Phil and Diane for Sunday and we were off down the river for a run about.
We hadn’t decided where to go so we just pootled down the Ant and hoped the decidedly high looking water, you know all that drought causing stuff, was not going to be too high to go through Ludham with the screens up, the weather had turned decidedly nasty with some very sharp cross winds and a heavy drizzle. We reached Barton and the scene was windy with waves and a little light rain, Charlie was at the helm as I fancied a break and was tucking into drinks and snacks as provided by Fiona. Turning to port into the river there was a yacht going very slowly down the river and at our steady 3.5mph we were going to reach her transom in short order. Our guest was approaching the stern of the yacht and then announced “I hope you don’t think I am going to pass that yacht”. To which I replied, “no don’t worry I will pass the yacht and then the bridge is all yours”. The accompanying shrieks of hysterical noise made me smirk a bit as I really didn’t have any intention of asking Charlie to helm through the bridge on her first day, she could do it on the way back.
The very obliging skipper of the yacht moved over a little and we chugged serenely past and continued on our merry way. I should I suppose point out that helming Malanka is a positive experience as there is no drift in the wheel at all, you move the wheel, the boat responds it is as simple as that. Add to that a significant power availability and she is a delight to helm, although not for the uninitiated I think.
The view from the wheelhouse was filled with grey skies, rain and even the ducks were walking, but who cares we were afloat. Of slightly more concern was the erratic path being taken by the boat in front, a Tobago out of Richos, they seemed to be narrowly avoiding one back only to head inevitably for the opposite one, Charlie gave me a name for this phenomenon that I had not heard before, she called it “pin-balling” which given the erratic nature of the course being followed and the liberal use of the reeds and river bank as bumper bars was an apt description. In all fairness the cross winds that day were horrendous and Malanka has visited the reeds on that stretch of river once herself although I don’t like to talk about that too much.   Suffice it to say the cross winds were very strong that day and we can all get it wrong. As I was later to learn last years’ visit to the reeds was not going to be my only mistake to make an appearance in this tale.
I think the lack of steerage was the reason the Tobago was having such difficulties and so I knew we would suffer the same fate if we used the same speed and so we nipped past at the earliest opportunity. Looking behind the banks were again bumping the boat back to the centre of the river and I hoped the skipper had no plans to try the bridge in these conditions.
With the bridge looming in the windscreen view ably protected by liberal application of rain-ease I ventured outside to lower the masthead for the bridge attempt. Malanka has an air-draft of roughly 8”2’ with the wheelhouse up and the first height marker was showing just a tad over 8”….Hmm, I returned to the wheelhouse soaked and windswept to discuss with the ladies the quickly approaching bridge. Skippers conflab finished the decision was to go for it….. slowly………………
The wind approaching the bridge was directly across the  entrance, the flow of water was downstream  and the combination was pushing us to the starboard bank, a quick glance at the bridge gauge showed 8”2’ and I knew we would make it quite easily, the fact of which I did not of course reveal to Charlie, a quick squirt of power, left hand down and we were lined up with the bridge. I edged slowly forwards and as the wooden board on the up-steam side of the bridge got closer we all inevitably all shrank down and ducked our heads, much to the astonishment of  our guest, safely through the bridge with the addition of a quick squirt of power and we were through all tidy and nice like. I turned grinning like a Cheshire cat to our guest who at this point realised she had been had. “Beast” she exclaimed, much to the amusement of Fiona and Myself.
Where to go now with the awful conditions we now had and Ranworth it was to pick up some pirate flags for a themed scout camp trip for 300 scouts next weekend. This was a decision I would regret just 90 minutes later.. More to follow.


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Am a little nervous about this holiday tale ...

Dinner was certainly very yummy and I'm really glad I didn't take Justin's advice.

I think 'Beast' may be the clean version of what I said to you.  Its alright though because I know what happened next and why you now have a few extra grey hairs!

And FYI I was not loitering on the staithe, I was exploring! Maybe I stretched the legs of the car a bit too much and got there early.  

Looking forward to the next instalment.  I might let you read my version sometime.  Evil Grin

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You must mean the hen party girls in their very revealing outfits... honestly I just had to help them....

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Ok then so where are we… Oh yes gently pootling in the general direction of Ranworth, the weather is wet, and windy, on a scale of hat, coat and or gloves it was a scarf day as well.
As we neared the turn into Malthouse no other boats were in sight and we were gently pootling along quite enjoying the gentle buffeting of the wheelhouse canvas sides, we did the usual “do you think there is space” conversation as we approached the staithe. I was watching the ripples on the water as we approached and noticed that the right hand side of the moorings only had two boats and the ripples were flat calm and seemingly peaceful. So in we went!!

Almost immediately I noticed that the wind strength had not dropped and the flat calm was caused by the direction rather than speed of the wind,  oops this might have been a mistake, Malanka weighs almost nine tons but has high sides and a lot of it, as a consequence I am turning to port in my usual way and nothing and I mean nothing is happening other than we head straight, oh bother dash I thought this is going to be difficult. As you may imagine I was not wrong.

I applied some reverse and stopped the forward momentum only to be confronted with no abatement of the lateral movement even with full left rudder and the application of some power. My simple choice was to collide as gently as possible with the already moored craft, so we had something of a slow motion collision with me trying really hard to get the bows into the wind so at least I could generate some steerage, Fiona and Charlie were deployed with feet and the rather large fenders did their work. We “kissed” the bow of the moored craft which thankfully had deployed the mudweight and this allowed me to engage reverse and aim the stern at the gap in front of the moored boat, we are now parallel to the staithe the wind is blowing a hooley and I am about to make the second mistake of the last five minutes.
I spun the boat reversed in and Charlie and Fiona went ashore and we moored stern on, oh dear big mistake I realised almost immediately, “how on earth am I going to get out of here with the wind so strong and virtually at 75 degrees to my bow”. Please feel free to insert as many perjorative adjectives, adverbs and verbs as you wish, I know I did.
Anyway we were moored rather precariously at 20 degrees or so, mudweight is down, twin stern lines and a centre cleat line deployed (more on that later). Fiona dashed off to the store to gather the pirate supplies and Charlie and I stood and scratched our respective heads and wondered how to get out with such a gale blowing.  Whilst we were ruminating a rather gorgeous group of twenty something young ladies returned to their day boat, this is not normally worthy of comment however on this occasion the blurted OMG from Charlie alerted me to something interesting and my man radar kicked in immediately.

My main reaction was wow that’s a lot of fake tan but equal with that was wow that’s a lot of fake tan coloured flesh almost covered by the girly sailor suites, thigh high stockings (hold ups), pelmets (they could not be called skirts) and very very short shorts. Man radar working furiously I pondered “I wonder how they are going to get out of here”.
Attempts three and four were no more successful than one and two and the screeching coming from inside the day boat  indicated that someone was not a happy camper and that skipper duty was not the popular thing it had been when they arrived and left for the pub. Enough I thought I can’t leave these fair young ladies to struggle any longer I will go and offer assistance.
I was of course not motivated one iota by the acres of faintly blue fake tan coloured flesh on display, so off I went to help the struggling damsels. The wind was so strong I had to yell loudly to get their attention and then two bodies in barely there costumes emerged to say hi. Using my enormous deductive reasoning powers from years of being in business and the wedding paraphernalia all over the boat I enquired who was the lucky lady about to take the plunge. Having established that the vision of loveliness in front of me was in fact the bride to be and also having stopped drooling and shut my open mouth I asked for the stern lines for the boat. My intention was to pull on both lines until the boat was perpendicular to the staithe and pointed into the offending gale then offer them the advice to hit the throttle and go for it, oh and please miss the big white thing on your right on your way past.
I waited for a lull in the wind, hauled, tensed and then let them go with a cheery wave and off they went with much arm waving and shrieks of delight to be once again on their way. Then of course it was our turn...

Up next Malanka gets away from Ranworth staithe…..


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Ok so after the girlies had departed and I had waved them off my mind was somewhat elsewhere for a brief moment of reflection. It did however eventually return to the issue of how was I going to get the lovely wooden old lady away from the staithe. The hoolie was still blowing, the crew had returned from the shop, unfortunately without the aforementioned pirate regalia and I am standing on the staithe looking at the tension on the middle cleat spring line I had out in addition to the two main stern lines, all of which were straining and I was standing scratching my head! Charlie offered the ever helpful “how are you going to do this then” in the usual way of those wishing to help. “Err dunno” was my equally inane response. Oh bother dash it why did I pull in here was running through my mind, I hauled on the spring to get a “feel” for the weight on the line, to my astonishment the boat did not move at all. I heaved and leaned into the pull with all my weight and strength, nothing nada, nichts, rien, nowt ,we didn’t move one centimetre. Oh dash it, or words to that effect, I was pretty certain we couldn’t stay and equally certain moving would be “difficult”. “You want to stay here or move on my darling ?” I asked Fiona, “er why” was the response that I barely heard as the wind whipped the voice out of her mouth and cast it towards the boat rubbish skip.  “Because we could be b*ggered if we stay and b*uggered if we try and go.” “Oh alright then let’s get out of here and go back to Stalham it was quiet there”, this was true but no longer so and more on that later.
Ok having made the first decision, which was leave, the second one which was how was now in front of me. Charlie was holding the stern lines still attached to the posts, the engine was running as I had never in fact stopped it, and the wind looked like it would pull the middle cleat spring line post out of the ground. Suddenly the engine noise increased, and the temperature of my right cheek increased, for a few seconds the wind dropped. “Ok Charlie” I said, “get ready on those lines, the next time that happens get on cast off and we will take our chances”. My main concern was that I was standing three metres from the stern lines at the next post along, as Charlie let the lines go the stern would move and although the spring would hold, Malanka would be out of my reach! With that thought still racing round the grey matter the wind dropped again, I quickly heaved on the spring line, released the tension and undid the mooring, Charlie released the two stern lines and thankfully  Malanka was still moving towards me, we stepped aboard with as much aplomb as we could muster and made like that was the plan all along.  
Once more in free water, helm in hand I felt in control of the situation for the first time in 90 minutes. Not a pleasant experience but I learned a great deal that day.  “ Time for a wine I think” said Fiona, so drink in hand we decided to extend the cruise and go visit Wroxham on our way back to Stalham. Suffice it to say we met up with the girlies with next to nothing on outside the New Inn, waved and cruised on past heading through Horning. In what seemed like a few moments but was I’m sure much longer we reached the bridge and headed back at a steady plod to the Ant mouth Ludham and then the our eventual resting place for the night, Moonfleet.  
More to come as the howling gale continues to batter us through the night.    


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The wine was for medicinal purposes, wasn't it?

Although whether it was to steady your nerves caused by leaving the mooring or slow your heart caused by the acres of fake tanned flesh I'm not overly sure!
Playful Wink

And if anyone gets stuck mooring to the wonky post - sorry we didn't mean to!

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