Distant Horizon 2 - Day two
It was an early start – around 5:30am. I had not intended to be up
at this time, but I could not seem to rest easy thinking a lot about the
day ahead – when should I leave the mooring to get the ebb tide to
Breydon? Where and how was I going to place the cameras and would the
new cables I’d bought work for those who would come and watch live later
and where exactly would I be making for as an overnight mooring?
Breakfast was had and after a couple of coffees I was feeling much
more clear. The usual messing about with cables and cameras resulted in
the also very common issue of none of them working when they were
plugged in and had power – a lot of choice words and configuring
software later everything was set and working. Time to chill out and go
for a walk.
It was a glorious morning, but the wind was just as bad today as
yesterday. I walked along the dyle to the River Thurne and just sat
down by the river and let all the worries ebb away – a stroll back to
the boat and time to give things a trial run, which went well as far as
the cameras and computer went.
I guessed to leave about 11:45am to12:00pm would mean I could take it
easy down to Acle and planned on being at Acle Bridge by about 12:45pm –
frankly my timings were all shot to bits because I arrived earlier than
I needed to at Acle Bridge and soon found that at this rate I would be
at Yarmouth very much before 3:00pm which is when I had said I would be
going live with the broadcast. As it happened being earlier than I had
wanted worked in my favour.
It is not that common to be able to be outside on a lovely sunny day
and not have any worries about what time you need to be somewhere by and
at the end of the day no idea where you may end up being. In taking it
so slowly in idle down the Bure meant I began to see things around me I
would otherwise have missed – not only see things but hear the bird
song more as the engine was ticking over you could hear so much more. I
can thoroughly recommend you try doing this
– even if just for half an hour somewhere because you do see so much more about you and even butterfly’s would come and flutter about the boat – it was really lovely.
– even if just for half an hour somewhere because you do see so much more about you and even butterfly’s would come and flutter about the boat – it was really lovely.
The sun was bearing down on me all the time, but the stiff head wind
was keeping me cool – as it happens this was masking something that I
had no idea was going on – I was slowly cooking. The first I knew of
this was on Breydon Water when I thought ‘odd my lips feel a bit sore’
and my face when the wind was not blowing felt unusually ‘warm’. Little
did I know just how bad the sun burn would get.
So through Yarmouth I went, out onto Breydon Water and past the
Berney Arms – the pub open for business with a couple of boats tied up
and people enjoying a drink in the sunshine. Onwards I went and it felt
great having a bunch of people in the chat room talking to me, telling
me ETA’s to places and where I was and so on. Reedham came and went,
then the chain ferry – indeed it began to cross over the river just as I
was approaching it, so that was another first to see it in action. Not
too long the mouth of the River Chet came – I was tempted to scrub all
the plans and head to Loddon – but no I wanted to get as far south
before the sunset as I could – so pressed on.
Then the Cantley Sugar Works loomed into view – they are not
beautiful by any means, yet their sheer scale and impact somehow does
not feel out of place – I thought about how this river once would have
had the coasters running along it but now it is a very different place –
even the number of hire boats thinned out past the Reedcutter pub and
then I had the rivers to myself.
Up next of interest was the Beauchamp Arms and then Rockland Broad a
few minutes later – this had been one of the plans for a possibly over
night – but I was doing well and with good guidance being given in the
chat room pressed onward. Next up was Brundall – Coldham Hall and the
start of what I thought looked like a posher ‘Potter Heigham’. Instead
of quant and sometimes eccentric chalets and riverside bungalows, these
looked grander and instead of a dayboat or old Calypso would have a
Broom worth a few hundred thousand.
I liked it to look at, but I could not help feel as if I had motored
into a sort of elite riverside club – where perhaps keeping up with the
Joneses had moved on to something more akin to keeping up with the
Kardashians. Let me explain – if you turned up to a party in Dartford in
a BMW M5 you would make a statement, you would no doubt get a lot of
the fairer sex take a great interest in you and leave very much not
alone, However if you took the same car to a party Chelsea you would not
get a second look. So as Sealines, Brooms and the like lined the river
banks – they all blended in to be much the same; different sizes of
shiny white plastic boats that cost a fortune – perhaps I thought you
could have too much of a good thing after all.
Moving on through Brundall Birds Dyke came and past – this Leads to
Surlingham Broad (or is it Bargate) now this I must say looked very
tempting – indeed the whole scene was very lush, very beautiful with the
trees – I was frankly lost thinking I had less distance to travel that I
actually had, for it was decided (I am not sure by whom or how) that
Brampton Common would be my overnight mooring and I was informed I would
make this with time to spare before the sunset.
Further along the river the Ferry House pub came into view – what a
lovely looking pub this was – in fact the pubs in this part of Broadland
seemed to be that little bit more special, as if plucked from a nice
country lane and put by the river’s edge. The river was not so wide now,
the sides lined with greenery and with the sun’s rays casting a soft
shadow over the landscape it felt as if it was August not April. It
was not far since passing the Ferry the trees thinned and a great vista
over the marshland greeted the eye. Sure the Southern river’s may be
reed lined and wide and sometimes don’t offer such interest as their
northern counterparts in the pretty stakes, but they also have the
ability to astound around the next corner.
And then ahead I saw the moorings come into view at Brampton – they
have electric if you need it at the ‘Norwich’ end of them, which is
where I happened to moor – well looked after too. I looked down and
found at some point the live stream had gone off air, a shame as I had
not the opportunity to thanks those who had joined me for the trip –
requested music to be played and kept me company in the chat room. For
those who were there though – thank you now.
I had little time to get the cameras in and cables off – I’d not
weatherproofed any of it and the dew was beginning to settle. I was
tired – I had left the moorings at Womack Dyke around 11:45am and now I
was moored up and having brought the cameras in it was getting on for
8:00pm. It was not until I went below and thought I had better look in
the mirror and see my sore lips, did I see the full extent of my sun
burn – in April just a week previous it was raining and in parts of the
UK snow – now I was burning up with no cream and no hat! I knew
tomorrow would be even hotter and so was worried how the long trip back
north to Acle might affect my skin. As it was, it was time for a cool
shower and put the dinner on – an actually very nice Pepperoni Pizza
with salad and garlic bread – oh and a couple of beers.
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