A wet Wayfarer

Hickling Broad map

Hickling Broad map

We had spent the night at Hickling Staithe, taking the odd pint in the Pleasure Boat to reinforce us for the walk to the Greyhound in the village and an excellent meal with mine host, Tony. The next morning was dull, with scudding grey clouds, and windy from the South, a generous Force 3 – 4, to judge the look of the water from the shelter of the staithe. As we were the boat furthest in, we would be last away. Continue reading