From Acle I drove on to Reedham, a little village on the River Yare, where I parked up on the riverside and wandered along taking photos. There is nothing much along the riverside, just a couple of rows of cottages and houses, and a pub set in a nice riverside garden - even the gift shop has closed down and is now empty - but it's very pleasant to walk along or sit on one of the bench seats and watch the activity on the river. When I had walked from one end of the road to the other and back again I drove round to the ferry, about a mile down river, and watched for a while as it crawled across the water on its chains, carrying just two vehicles each time.
From there I drove from Acle to Potter Heigham, stopping for a while at Acle bridge to take a few photos - the river scene there is so attractive that I had wanted to stop for photos many times over the years but never had the opportunity before. On one side of the bridge was a pub/restaurant with tables set out in the garden and several boats moored alongside, and on the other side was a small gift shop and cafe with a couple of umbrella-shaded tables set alongside an attractive raised flowerbed. Boats were moored up on the opposite bank and other hire craft passed on their way up or down river.
When I finally reached Potter Heigham I made a quick stop at Lathams for a coffee and one of their delicious Belgian buns, then found my way to Hickling Broad, which I had never been to before. The lane led through Hickling village and past the staithe, where there was a tree-shaded grass verge where I could park. The staithe had several off-shoots, a couple of them coming right up to the road and only being separated from it by a wooden railing or a few trees. There were boats moored everywhere - large cruisers, small cruisers and yachts, some on dry land and covered over but most in the water. Down one of the off-shoots was a very attractive pub/restaurant with a small garden and moorings on either side, and at the end of another was a small beach which was populated by dozens of geese and ducks, with a few swans and coots roaming around too. I don't know how long I was wandering around but I was really impressed with the whole area and my camera was certainly working overtime.
When I had seen just about everything there was to see I returned to the van and headed through the country lanes to Horsey Mill, situated at the end of a staithe on the upper reaches of the River Thurne. I had been there a couple of years ago but the day had been rather overcast and not particularly good for taking photographs, so the current lovely weather would ensure I got some decent shots this time. I pulled into the car park and managed to get a spot under the shade of a tree, then clipping the leads on the dogs yet again I went walkabout along the staithe.
Next to the car park was a nicely set out sensory garden with raised flower beds and a pool with several goldfish swimming lazily around and along the staithe, between the bank and the road, was a small cafe and ice cream kiosk, where you could also buy tickets to go into the mill. I would have liked to go and have a look round but unfortunately dogs aren't allowed and it was too warm to leave them in the van, so I had to be content with just wandering along the bank.
It was when I reached the end of the staithe that I saw this sign which rather amused me - I wondered how much the charge would be for naughty dogs!
The tide was on its way out and at one point along the beach it had left behind a lagoon, so in an effort to get Sophie to swim I clipped on her lead and waded in - the water was only just over knee deep on me but it was deep enough for her to swim. With my encouragement she did swim for a little while but I think she was glad to get out again afterwards.
I continued my walk down the beach till I reached the steps which took me back up to the camp site, then back at the awning I made something to eat and settled in to watch a couple of dvds. It had been a good day and I was ready to relax - and apart from going out for a short last minute walk just before bed time the dogs never moved off their beds of all evening.
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