Hats off to all the sailors of the Broads

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I recently had the pleasure of chartering one of the 4 berth cabin yachts from the famous Hunters Yard in Ludham. What might seem like a busman’s holiday was actually far from it…


Hunters Yard offers “The authentic 1930’s broads sailing experience” and I can confirm it was exactly that! With no engine or electrics, the traditional gaff rig and quant pole was all we had to propel us through the water. With winds blowing between 5 and 25 kts, gusting and veering, it took all our concentration to safely navigate the twisting and winding rivers of the Broads.

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Initially we headed into Potter Heigham, a truly amazing and unique village with ramshackle houses and sheds lining the river bank. Accessed only by boat, craft of all shapes and sizes could be seen; from modern speed boats, canoes, sailing dinghies, narrow boats and even the renowned Wherry all jostled for position in a strangely contrasting yet harmonious manner.

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From there we headed south west along the Bure to Ranworth. The Malthouse Broad provided a welcome bit of space to spread our wings and sail with some much needed freedom. As we moored up on the lee shore our thoughts were more focussed on beer and food than an exit strategy for the next day. Despite knowing that the forecast was for the wind to increase and stay in the North I hoped that somehow things would be better in the morning…

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Sadly it was not to be! For any onlooker I imagine that the graceful old gaffer would have looked a picture of serenity. Little would they know of the internal discord as three seasoned ocean sailors tacked furiously against the wind and tide all the way out of the narrow cut and back onto the Bure. With two very young children in tow it was at times more challenging than any sailing I have ever experienced. Hats off to all the sailors of the Broads, tacking to windward in an extremely narrow river onboard a heavy old gaff rigged yacht is far from easy. Progress can be extremely slow and the banks can be uncomfortably close. Quanting in itself is a very respectable skill and it seemed more luck than judgement that we didn’t have a man over board to add to our excitement.

A glorious couple of days all thanks to the lovely people at http://www.huntersyard.co.uk/ Long may they continue providing us all with such wonderful working pieces of history. A joy to see and a real treat to sail!
 
We did this last week. Cheated a little compared to yourselves and got a similar boat but with an engine (in the forepeak no less) and electrics from Eastwood Whelpton at Upton Dyke. The boat was in beautiful nick and the gas heater was very welcome as the temperature didn't make it over 10 degrees a couple of days.

Tacking up the narrow rivers (particularly against the current) was indeed extremely hard work! We also used the technique (new to me) of poking the bow into the reeds to hold us head to wind while raising sail / lowering sail / having a cuppa. The only time the quant was employed was when we nosed into the bank a little too enthusiastically and had to use it to push off! One unusual aspect of these boats is the pair of covers that you put up (effectively tents covering the whole boat) to keep the warmth in and the rain out at night. Made it seem like a cross between sailing and camping.

I was inspired to give it a go after watch Dylan's film of the Three Rivers Race, and with the usual caveat of unpredictable UK weather I would highly recommend it - as the OP says it's a unique sailing experience.

Edit: great film btw - just got a chance to watch it!
 
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It's the toughest place I've ever sailed.

The boat we chartered was 38'; longer than the rivers are wide in some places. Add in too much wind, too much sail, 3 non-sailors for crew, and novice motor boat charters unsure which side of the road to drive on, and it all became a bit too exciting for my dear old mum.
 
I sailed hired cruisers many times, from small gaffers to Leading Lady, which was something over 30ft plus bowsprit. We usually started from Potter and sailed to Wroxham, Barton and Horsey Mere, sometimes all in a week, always without an engine. I never failed to return the boat on the Saturday morning. I think we had more fun than any sailing since and may have learned a thing or two.
 
Hunters Yard boats are top notch and what a place to sail. It certainly sorts the men from the boys.....
Many happy memories of pottering around the broads, beautiful surroundings and sailing these superb boats. Also found these boats go backwards very well, which is always disconcerting for the poor motorboat drivers who don't have a clue! Happy times.
 
the good thing about the broads is that you can always stop for a brew or a walk any time - when the wind chips up just tuck it under the trees and wait for a bit

I had some very cosy nights on the broads with the wind howling in the trees over-head while the water was as still as a millpond

wonderful place - challenging sailing too

D
 
I learned my sailing on the Broads, and I was told that "if you can sail here, you can sail anywhere!" 99% of my sailing is still on the Broads AND IT'S GREAT! Certainly the close quarters manoeuvring and frequent avoiding action for errant hirers in Mobos adds hugely to the experience :eek::)
 
Thank you for all your comments and I'm glad you liked the film.

It really was an incredible experience. I am told that at the height of the season the rivers get very crowded; even on a blustery showery day in May there were plenty of people out on the water. I certainly hope to be back at some point and look forward to spending more than just a few days exploring the beautiful Broads!

Pete
 
I recall, and it may have been in 'The art of..' our hero and his crew got a little lubricated one lunchtime and challenged a horny handed old son of the sea to a race. The wind was unfavourable, but our hero sportingly got under way a fraction before the off was called and frantically started tacking back and forth up the river. The HHOSotS however calmly nosed over close to the bank and sailed as if by magic straight up river without putting in a tack at all, waving goodbye as he passed.
 
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