It had been a busy week in Cambridge where the property market is continuing to run away so I ended up having to work Friday morning. With that it mind, on Thursday evening I had loaded the trailer and topped the Defender with 108 year's worth of canoes. My 107 year old Peterborough Cedar Rib sailing canoe and my Swift Flax Fusion Osprey. At 2.30pm Friday I simply hitched the trailer and set off from St Ives. The A14 was surprisingly clear and I made good time and then joined the A11 northbound. Just before Thetford there's a sign "Norfolk. Welcome to Nelsons County". Seeing and passing that sign always lifts my spirit as it means I am 30 miles closer to Britains Magical Waterland; the Norfolk Broads. I work my way around the south and East of Norwich through Little Plumpstead and Salhouse at which point I am dangerously close to The Fur and Feathers where the Woodfordes brewery is sited. I do not falter from my route move on. I cross the humpback bridge where Wroxham becomes Hoveton and steal a glance left and get my first sight of the River Bure. Spirits lifted further I leave the land of Roy and head north until I see the outline of the round spire church atop the hill where I turn right towards Pennygate. I am excited now as I am only a few minutes from my destination and base for the weekend, Barton Turf.
This weekend we had a joint meeting of various groups being based at Barton Turf Adventure Centre hosted by Simon and Sheila. I have fond memories of Barton Turf as in the early 1960's I used to come here with my father, hire a clinker boat from Cox's Boatyard and explore Barton Broad. 50 years on I do the same but by canoe.
The represented groups were:-
- The Pie & Beer Appreciation Society
Others were already pitched up on the newly cut camping field. I got the Bell Tent up quickly and set my own camp before putting up the group event shelter and building up the Frontier stove. We headed for supper which was taken at pace as with the wind having dropped, a few of us were heading out onto the Broad for a late evening paddle. It was mild, calm and idyllic as we set off.
Read the story in full at 5 Mills on the Bure & a Wherry