We woke, seemingly as usual, to the patter of raindrops. Fortunately they did not last long. I took a short walk round to the Norfolk Wherry Trust’s yard that is next door but one to Hunter’s yard, where Albion sleeps. She is tucked under a boat shed which she shares with Maud. The tard contains stocks of maturing timber ready for when needed. It’s the thickness of the pieces, up to four inches or more, that is so staggering.
Back at the yard the boathouse was set out for the Friends of the Hunter Fleet meeting to celebrate the yard’s 80th birthday. Trouble has been taken to prepare a set of exhibits organised as a ‘history trail’. Fascinating to see some of the historical documents and also to see some of the details of the boats’ construction so clearly explained.
And so we departed for home via the usual breakfast stop. Boats booked for next year, planning already!