The day was bright, but the forecast was for a couple of hours of heavy rain around lunchtime. Our target was to get from the Lion at Somerton to the Lion at Thurne to catch up on the gossip arising from the newspaper article. The wind had moved round to the West as forecast some days ago and was now fresh, just right for full sail. We pushed across to the other, windward, bank, hoisted sails and set off back across Martham Broad. Then, around the bend towards Martham Ferry we caught up with the others tacking with long and short tacks.
This was an excellent sail in close company and trying to see how to overtake without hindering the other boat too much. Creeping along the bank on the long stretch trying to make sure you tacked in time to avoid being blown on and so stopping and loosing lots of time. Once past the Martham yards the beat to the bridge at Potter was more straightforward with less opportunity for sneaking by.
At the bridge in Potter, not only was the wind against us, but so was the stream. We doubled up on quants and made our way through stopping only for a quick visit to the shops for a final top up on the vittles. Then on to the challenge of the tacks through the bungalows and into the open and wider river past Ludham to the Lion arriving in time for a late lunch.
The forecast rain started on the last mile or so, but quite light. Over lunch it tipped down but had stopped by the time the last pint was supped.
Whilst lunching we quizzed the barman at the Lion about the newspaper report. First we established that the arrested person was not the licensee, but that his daughter in law was. Second, he had not been arrested in Norfolk, but the barman had taken him to Norwich to catch a train to London for interview and he had been arrested on arrival at the police station. We noticed a film camera being set up for a shot of the exterior of the pub, presumably for some background footage for a TV news report.
Back to the boats and on down the last bit of the Thurne turning up the Bure past Windy Corner and St Benet’s Abbey heading for Ludham Bridge, and the Dog for the night. As we moored up we could see the sun being obscured by an ominous black cloud heading our way across the flat fens. There is no escape. So we hurried to get the boat ready for the night, cabin top up and awning in place.
The shower came heavily, but briefly, as we were rewarded by a spectacular rainbow seeming to reach from Hunter’s yard in the East to St Benet’s in the west, as the cloud and shower retreated downwind.
Dan now had to leave us, we were sad to see him go early. In the Dog we were joined by Ian, a chum of mine who recently moved up to the Broads. Ian sails a Solo dinghy and has now added a bungalow near Potter and a Broads boat to his inventory. He and Sharon have obviously made the right decision moving to this area, they are very happy in their new surroundings.