We stayed in Potter Heigham for a while on another warm dry and sunny day and Di took Della shopping as I played with Deborah on the new keyboard. A late morning cruise down the Thurne following the Albion Wherry in full sail and struggling to keep up with this magnificent craft going downwind until we stopped at Horning Ferry Marina and walked into Horning village where I got details of riverside houses including Heronshaw. Dan and I cruised round by boat to view them and was late back for tea. The national news is all about Thatcher’s troubles at home and in Europe where she is totally isolated.
This was another fine, warm, dry and sunny day so that this summer in general, and this holiday in particular, are turning out very well as far as the weather is concerned! We stayed in Potter Heigham for a while this morning, Diana took Della shopping and I played with Deborah on the new keyboard instrument. We had eaten breakfast with the sliding canopy back in the warmth. In late morning, we took off and, as we cruised down the Thurne, we came up behind the Albion wherry in full sail. With the brisk breeze, it was all we could do to keep up with this magnificent craft going downwind! I moored up at the village of Thurne and we had lunch at the pub there which is a splendid old house.
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After this, and more keyboard playing, we cruised again – this time to Horning Ferry Marina. We had afternoon tea in Horning village itself and I got the latest details of riverside houses from the Broadland Agency. Daniel and I cruised round in his boat and we thought a lot of one called ‘Heronshaw’. It is the 1920s-built thatched boathouse cottage on a very large 100’ x 120’ plot with excellent moorings covered and open. The building is nearly through its life, the piles being sunk in to make the building and– but the situation and land is very interesting. We were late back for tea and Diana was tired and grumpy having had to look after the girls and do the washing and ironing in the laundry nearby. This evening, I played the keyboard again, driving Diana somewhat mad and ending the day with some friction between us. I became quite proficient on the keyboard, but I can see that it was a bit repetitive and annoying to have to put up with on holiday. I did not listen to the TV news again but, from the radio this morning, the talk is all about Thatcher’s troubles at home and in Europe, where she is more entrenched more than ever before and at the height of unpopularity.