White Horse Hotel, Blakeney
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- Wireless internet connection in public areas
- High-speed internet in room
- Breakfast Available
- Wireless internet connection in room (free)
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... weather. It hadn't been warm but it certainly had been dry. The only rain we had on the Broads was one night near Potter Heigham. But today was different. We drove home through heavy rains and the trip back took longer than coming here. Jane is glad to be home and set to work to clean, wash and iron all our clothes. Home, sweet ...
... and, which doesn't happen often, ignored her and sailed just a bit upriver where we found a very secluded spot where we had a delicious spaghetti with tuna and tomato sauce. People were passing at high speeds and suddenly Amy casually informed us that our boat got untethered. She was right and by the time we ran onto the deck the bow had swung out completely with the rope and the still attached stake in the river and only the stern ...
... have learned a lot since we started from when we bashed into every obstacle to moving and reversing(!) into a very narrow lane. Even better was that for just £3 pounds we could fill the tank which took ages suggesting that our tank was nearing being empty. A quick turn left only demonstrated that there were no good mooring places just prior to Potter Heigham bridge and we tuned around to moor somewhere that we had ...
... ever left), I undid the bowline, pushed the boat off, walked to the stern line, undid that, hopped onto the boat - off we went. Down the River Ant and through the Barton Broad where both Amy and Marcus also got their first chance to street the boat.
Jane is a natural when it comes to steering the boat, we gently skippered towards How Hall, always on the right side of the river, always straight, always calm and controlled.
But then we had ...
... it appealingly rural.
Our first mooring was a disaster. I was at the helm and initially virtually rammed the boat into the bank. Jane was pulling like mad on the stern ropes, making her fall over and the boats bow veering away from the bank. Somehow we managed to hammer the stakes into the ground and secure the boat. I lowered the mud anker and we were ready to settle down.
It is quiet, it is cosy - I like ...