The cruise from Stokesby to Berney Arms after a walk and shop in the village and having watched on TV Daimon Hill win the Hungarian Grand Prix.
Navigating Breydon Water and rescuing a stranded hire boat before getting tied up at the Berney Arms.
Entertaining the other customers, which Wiggly was convinced were all homosexuals, with a few tunes from the CD jukebox.
A a long, deep and satisfied sleep after a love-making session
We were slow to rise this morning but had a mutually-satisfying encounter in bed to take the edge of our ambition to get up and about.
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Eventually, the high temperatures in the cockpit forced our attentions to be diverted towards Sam and, after a quick wash and shower, we dressed and took him for a walk before breakfast.
This time we walked downstream, past the pub and inland across to the church and then back to the village so that we came to the shops last. As well as the Sunday paper and milk, we also bought some bacon as a gesture towards better living and away from healthy foods.
We enjoyed breakfast of this, with egg mushrooms and tomato when we got back to the boat. Once we set off, it was against the current so that it was quite a struggle to cruise as far as Great Yarmouth Marina.
We still moored there, even though the place is still dressed in signs saying that it is closed and then, upon arrival, we donned running things and took Sam on a jog around the park, annoying stressed mini-golfers and the odd dog-owner in equal measures.
It was the latter that was most upsetting as Sam and this large black poodle-looking thing that had an argument and its owner accused Sam of biting it which Wiggly and I both thought was untrue.
I showed him Sam's obedience by making him stay on the ground whilst I went up and discussed it with him. Back to the boat to watch an afternoon's sport, seeing Daimon Hill win the Hungarian Grand Prix and close the motor racing championship gap with Schumaker and then
seeing Norwich City win their first game of the season well, beating Luton Town 3-1 away for the first game under the new manager.
Then, the tidal flow having waned somewhat, we prepared to cast off and cruise through the Bure bridges and across Breydon Water but first I hove to and pulled a hire cruiser of of the mud that had silted up part of the marina moorings now they are not being used very much any more.
We had plenty of room under the bridges and, with Wiggly at the helm and me putting all of the masts, canopies, windscreens etc up again, we cruised across Breydon and tied up at the Berney Arms.
The full moon meant Spring tides and all along the frontage was evidence of higher than average water levels the previous tide and so we took care to moor carefully but right in front of the pub.
Changed and then over for a few drinks there with Wiggly taking bottles of high-alcohol white cider and me my regular shandies. I paid for a few tunes from the CD jukebox and we each chose five.
In this way, we entertained the other customers but were also entertained by them as we watched their antics. The proprietor was the same chap as ever and still as friendly and, together with his regular male staff, have hardly changed.
Wiggly was convinced that they were all homosexuals which accounts for what they do together on those long winter nights when there are no tourists and the pub is closed; but I was not so sure.
She tells me that when young men wear ear-rings in a certain ear (we think the left) that this means that they are queer (or "gay" as she insists we call them).
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Before all this I had given Sam a nice walk along the flood bank to settle him down before the pub put its lights out. He seems to need this last thing at night.