Today is a bank holiday in the UK, which usually means that it rains. It’s a bit of a surprise, then, to wake to a gorgeous sunny day. We are going to go out on our boat today, and have invited my wife’s youngest son, his fiancee and our youngest granddaughter to join us.
My wife gets all of the necessary gear together for a trip on the boat (rechargeable vacuum cleaner, electric coolbox, beer, etc.) while I try to finish cleaning her car – just the vacuuming left to do!
We call into Lidl in North Walsham (for picnic type provisions) on the way to Wayford Bridge, and meet our guests in the boatyard. A leisurely trip down the River Ant ensues, and we decide to stop at Barton Turf – we were going to cruise across Barton Broad, but there has been a sailing regatta and the water looks extremely crowded with sailing boats.
Barton Turf is nice and quiet, and we get a prime spot where we have plenty of room to get ourselves and the dog off the boat, spread a blanket on the ground, and loaf around for a couple of hours.
When we have returned to Wayford Bridge and moored up at our boat yard again, my wife and I pay a visit to my mum in Stalham. She is having a relatively okay day (she has advanced Parkinson’s), but her voice is so quiet that I have extreme difficulty in conversing with her (because my hearing isn’t as good as it should be, either) – very frustrating for both of us! I’m getting tired by this time, as well, and my voice is getting weaker and slightly slurred.
We return to Southrepps, watch the last episode of Ozark and get ourselves to bed.