27 March 2012 THE BROADS Tuesday

Right, we're ready and refreshed for a boating day on The Broads.  We found ourselves a boat-hire company just a few miles away, with a perfect size (and speed = SLOW) boat in the fishing village of Potter Heigham.  Armed with our life jackets, we set-off at a rate of knots, putt-putting our way through the waterways.  Our first view of amazement was the little log cabins right on the waters edge, each with it's own mooring for watery access to civilisation.  Our navigator found the way via intersections and long grasses to St Benets Abbey ruins.  Feeling the atmosphere of sanctity we wanted to show our acknowledement by adopting the see, hear, speak and do (our own addition) no evil pose.

Al got his wires crossed with the "DO" no evil part......hence my crouching!

Sincerity restored, we meandered The Broads passing by Ludham, Hickling and Horsey with age-old windmills and the ageless duck-feeding habit dotting the way to Lion Inn for lunch.  Having relaxed over lunch, we started running out of time to return our boat timeously and found that we could remove the knob from the accelerator, push it further forward and increase our speed to a putt-putt-putt rate of knots instead, thus, we christened our boat - Knobless!
On our way home we passed an eye-catching display of giant toadstools and shoehouses and, to my delight, Al stopped the car so we could photograph them and we found the onsite nursery/pet shop had 14 cats for us to all get our pet-fix too. They also had rabbits the size of kangaroo's!
AAAARGH! The photo's won't upload anymore.  I tried to put up a photo of the Abbey as well as the toadstool, but will have to soldier on without photo's.
After looking forward to our eagerly anticipated fish from our local fish shop, we arrived to find them closed, so, despondently, we forced ourselves to go to the Fisherman's Return to commiserate with a drink (and glass) or two, then home to toasted sarmies and movie night.