Sunday, October 6, 2002
relaxed start. Jennifer makes breakfast for us on the boat. Egg on
I purge the kitchen. It is pristine once I have finished. I relax for
the rest of the day.
That's the good thing about having a large group of capable people. Everybody
does their share - and then can be completely idle / relaxed / drunk for the
rest of the time.
water is muddy, dark and cold, but there's no apparent pollution; no
litter. The only oil slick we see on the water is after I clean the frying
is to leave today - he is bound for Athens. Jack has school tomorrow so
Jenny takes the opportunity for them to leave with Andy. They can travel
back to Cambridge all together.
The party of 10 has become 7.
play a game of "trust" with Jack before he leaves. This games
involves balancing him over the quayside.
other powered craft on the water pose little problem. We don't "burn up" too
many boats. We're good at keeping to the speed limit of 4 MPH.
Craft with sails are difficult to overtake when you are following them
and they are tacking. The rules say that power boats give way to sail,
whatever's going on. If both craft are under sail, and the other boat is on a starboard tack,
you give way.
and Rick work together on steering and navigating. The rest of us just
relax and watch the world go by. (Mainly reed beds.)
St Benet's Abbey
moor and explore this isolated old ruin.
We meander to the Kings Arms at
Ludham. We enjoy Sunday Dinner. It's gone 14:00 but they're happy to serve us -
if we can order quickly.
The Abbot ale and food is good.
We find another JPM
"Who wants to be a Millionaire" machine to thrash.
enjoy the late afternoon sun. It's cold on top without a coat.
Inside the boat is
warm - especially if the heating is turned on!
| Most of the Barton Angler Inn is nearly 500 years old. It's
in-between the villages of Neatishead and Irstead, and adjacent to the Barton Broads where, as a boy, Lord Nelson learnt to sail whilst staying at the inn which was then a rectory.
and chips, starry sky, beer. Gavin and Jon are amazed by the number of satellites
we point out.
In the pub is another "Who
wants to be a Millionaire" game. Do these games adjust
their difficulty automatically to the ignorance of the locals? Some of
these machines were a lot easier than others in different pubs.
Tonight's DVD is Dogma.
The whisky bottle is almost empty.
N G Hubbard October 2002