Seventh night: Oulton Broads. This is a large broad on the edge of a town, so lots of shops, pubs and restaurants. We moored up at the yacht club, stern-on. We thought we had done a great job of reversing in, and stopping before crashing into the wharf. Ann was tying up when a voice said "Wot you doing with that rope, your kni-ing?". (The letter t doesn't seem to exist here) And then he (the yacht station attendant) added insult to injury by giving us 3/10 for our mooring! But at least he didn't jump on our boat yelling STOP like he did with the next one.
We watched the regular Thursday night power boat racing from our boat. After that our compulsory entertainment was from some very loud larger than life people on a neighbouring boat. Oh well, hard to find the perfect spot!
Eighth night: Beccles. We had planned to go further upstream, but there was no room under the bridge! The yacht club was next to a very nice park, so no problem! Only our second stern-on mooring. A passerby offered to help and held a rope, but wandered off saying we were obviously experts! A stern-on mooring is good for a BBQ! Think we smoked out the neighbours, but they didn't complain.
Nineth night: Loddon
We parked among the locals, just before the town. It was obvious that this was a group of people who regularly met up here for a get-together. We walked into town and checked out the pubs. Chose one in Chesgrove, which was just across the bridge from Loddon. There was a street party in town, although it was more like a river party as it was in people's gardens by the river. The people around where we moored had a bit of a party too. Saturday night after all. Doubt if it had anything to do with Sunday being 4 July, although the people in town let off fireworks.
;-) Ann-a-Gram
Was The Stacey Arms last time I was there!
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