Friday, 13 July 2018

Football and food, on the Norfolk broads

Boating on the Norfolk broads, pic: Kerstin Rodgers/msmarmitelover.com

Boating on the Norfolk broads, pic: Kerstin Rodgers/msmarmitelover.com
Boating on the Norfolk broads, pic: Kerstin Rodgers/msmarmitelover.com

Norfolk is where the North folk live, in the flatlands under the big sky.
"It's just like Holland" said Jim, my mate, who had come with me to Herbert Woods boatyard, to rent a boat. 
Windmills broke up the windswept horizon.
We had arrived two hours late. Whatever Google maps says, double the time. So many roundabouts.
We had minutes to learn about mud anchors, hooks, ropes, knots and how to drive a bloody great boat when you've never done it before.
And parking! or mooring as it is more properly known. It's not like a car. You use thrusters, the current, the tide, and finally very slow power-steering to back into a space.

Monday 
Herbert Woods boat/Boating on the Norfolk broads, pic: Kerstin Rodgers/msmarmitelover.com
I'd packed enough food for weeks. London has been sweltering, so desiring freshness, I went overboard on the fruit and veg. For the first night I packed some 'easy' luxury food: a bottle of Sacla truffle pesto and some egg pasta Pasta Di Aldo.
This took only minutes to knock up.
These boats have a satellite TV, so we didn't even have to miss out on the World Cup and Love Island
The first night we camped wild, not at a proper mooring. We stuck hooks in the mud and twisted the blue nylon ropes into figures of eight around the cleats, fore and aft. Incorrectly no doubt but it held for the night.
There are speed limits along the broads, 4, 5, and a maximum of 6mph. When driving you are advised to look behind you,  to look at the wash. Going over the speed limit damages the banks of tall rushes. If you come across a yacht you must slow right down and cut behind them. You must drive 3 or 4 hours a day to charge up the battery.
We watched as sunset glowed orange and grey over the reeds; ducks flew slowly overhead.

Tuesday
Boating on the Norfolk broads, pic: Kerstin Rodgers/msmarmitelover.com
I was woken by the sound of swans 'coughing'.
I tried to remember how to use the pump toilet.
Today we headed under a dark sky towards Wroxham: we want to be near a good pub with a big telly for tomorrow's World Cup final. It's coming home but we are away.
My first time backing into a mooring was hairy: two fisherman with cups of tea stayed cool as I moved perilously to within inches of their boat.
"It's not our boat" they laughed.
Along the way, we peered at thatched houses with sooty beams and decorative herringbone ridges. Thatch used to be a sign of poverty, but is now a badge of the rustic middle class country house. A well constructed thatched roof will last 50 to 60 years. Norfolk reeds are used for thatching in the broads, and are famous for their quality.
In medieval times, wheat was also used, being very tall, around six foot. The present day digestive problems with wheat is that it is modified to be short, to make it easier to harvest by combine harvesters. Tall wheat did not cause digestive difficulties.
thatched cottage/Boating on the Norfolk broads, pic: Kerstin Rodgers/msmarmitelover.com

Tonight I made water spinach with rice noodles.

Recipe for cheaty vaguely 'Thai' dish

Vaguely Thai dish/Boating on the Norfolk broads, pic: Kerstin Rodgers/msmarmitelover.com

Wash the water spinach and separate the leaves from the stems.
Chop the stems into small sections.
Using an Asian veg multipack, I sliced up spring onions (separating the green and pale green sections), baby corn, mange tout and broccoli.
I finely sliced 3 cloves of garlic and 1 red chilli (removing the seeds).
Fry in olive oil.
Fry the light white part of the spring onion, the water spinach stems, the corn.
Add the broccoli and mange tout.
Add a can of coconut milk (check for percentage of coconut milk on tin).
I lacked soy sauce so I added plenty of salt and a little sugar.
Then I added the rice noodles, stirring gently as they absorbed the coconut milk.
I squeezed the juice of a lime.
Finally a sprinkling of fresh coriander and basil leaves.
Serve with lager.

Every morning we check the oil, the water and the 'weed' filter.
Most moorings are free, some cost £3 to £5 for the night. There are places to top up with water or to empty the bilge.

The kitchen is well equipped: sink, 4 ring gas hob, small fridge/freezer. You have everything you need.
There are two bedrooms, prow and stern and a sofa that can be turned into a bed.
You need at least 2 adults: one to be skipper, the other to be able to jump off and cast off or on (or is that knitting?).

Wednesday
Boating on the Norfolk broads, pic: Kerstin Rodgers/msmarmitelover.com
The boat is quite easy to drive, but we almost had a mishap struggling to fit under the mouse-hole bridge at Wroxham. We were told of one bridge where we'd have difficulty, but it wasn't this one. As we neared the tiny humpback bridge, I realised we wouldn't fit. A boat coming the other way pushed forward and a man shouted at us:
'I'm a pilot. You should read your handbook.'
'I did'
'You should  know that you can't fit under this bridge'
In the end I lost my rag and called him an "arrogant twat".
We turned around and moored, £20 overnight, at Wroxham Hotel. The phone rang.
'Did you try and go under Wroxham bridge?'Herbert Woods queried.
News travels fast. I expect the arrogant twat pilot grassed us up.

Our boat, Olympic Light 1, good for cold weather, is very warm when the sun is out. It was blazing hot. England flags fluttered on many boats and from peoples fences and windows.

Wroxham village is small but contains a Mcdonalds, a couple of expensive charity shops and several shops called 'Roys'.
At a department store called Roys, I did some shopping.
Speaking to myself I announced aloud my shopping list:
'Knickers'.
Two women giggled.
Roys is like a 1950s department store. The underwear department had large bras, full girdles, firm control pants and petticoats. Proper.
It's been open since 1895 and calls itself 'The world's largest village shop'.

At the Kings Head pub, we asked if we could reserve a table for the World Cup semi-final that night.
'Sorry, all booked up. Get here by 4pm to fit in' said the barman. 'Everyone will be coming here straight from work at 5.'
England are playing Croatia in the first semi since 1990. I remember that semi-final, I watched it silently in Argentina. The English weren't terribly popular at that time, so I kept it quiet.

When you cook on a boat you have to think of energy as well as ingredients: I'm making black bean soup. You don't have to soak turtle beans but I did, to shorten cooking time. I then brought the beans to the boil and put on the lid, putting it down to a simmer for half an hour. Later, when we return from football, I can light up again and simmer for another half hour. This way, I reduce 2/12 hours cooking time to 1 hour.
Boating on the Norfolk broads, pic: Kerstin Rodgers/msmarmitelover.com

Black Bean soup with avocado recipe


100g black turtle beans
1 heaped tbsp of epazote
1 dried Mexican chilli
1 tbsp of paprika
2 avocado leaves.
Juice of 1 lime

Sling all the ingredients into a pot of cold water. Leave to soak for a couple of hours.
Then bring to a boil and simmer for half an hour. Put on a lid, go watch the game and put it on for another half hour when you return.
I served with a scoop of sour cream, some avocado slices, a squeeze of lime, and fresh coriander.


We watched England at the Kings Head. The barman kept saying it would be packed By London standards it wasn't.
We saved our seats from 4pm and kick off was at 7pm.
Behind us stood 2 young white men who frequently boomed "Bastid".
Then a chant would start from one end of the pub to the other in a round like Frere Jacques.
'Bastid'
'Bastid'
'Bastid.'
While waiting for the game to start, Jim quizzed me on football.
'You actually know quite a lot about football', he said, which pleased me. 'Most girls don't even know who Pele is,' he added.
I remember Gazza crying as he got a second yellow card, knowing he couldn't play in the semis. They've stopped that now. They used to reset the yellow cards after the last 16. Now they do it at the quarter finals.
I realised I'd stopped watching England in the World Cup for the last few years as it was too painful. The penalties killed me. It was actually too stressful.
Wayne Rooney's piggish antics put me off: a wealthy footballer who didn't seem to care about his country only his huge salary.
I remember seeing Michael Owen at 18 soaring over the grass, playing young and free while he had no pressure on.
I remember Wayne being like that too, before he turned into a bloated multi-millionaire.
Boating on the Norfolk broads, pic: Kerstin Rodgers/msmarmitelover.com
The minute I saw the Croatian team come out, my heart sank a little. This team was formed of men, hardened soldiers, mohicanned vikings, against ruddy-cheeked boys.
Play your little hearts out, I whispered to England, don't hold back, you've nothing to lose.
Trippier scored an early goal at 5 minutes. It seemed too easy.
It was.
The second half saw Croatia determined to equalise.
Extra time and Croatia were up two goals to our one.
The pub was silent- trying to stymie the grief which was sure to come.
'I'd settle for penalties now' said Jim.
Me too.
Once that happened, the delaying tactics by Croatia were in full force: walking to the other side of the pitch when you know you are going to be substituted, walking as slowly as fucking possible back, literally pigeon steps. Making every throw in or corner as slow and inept as possible. Stretching and shrinking time.

The pub was half empty by the end. The spirit drained out of us quietly.
When we got back to the boat, we realised the TV didn't work. The power had run out. I called the engineer, who confirmed this.
I thought I misheard at first, but several times he called me 'my woman'. You need to charge up for six hours. He mentioned my bridge antics:
'We saw that on webcam'
Sad and disappointed, Jim and I watched a shit film, 'Love Simon', by candlelight, until the power on the laptop ran out.

Having sunk a rare three pints of lager, I went to bed.


Thursday

Slept like a baby. Awoke naturally at 8 am. Quick cuppa then must leave before 9 am from this expensive mooring (£20! and no facilities)
For breakfast I made mushrooms on toast.
mushrooms on toast/ Boating on the Norfolk broads, pic: Kerstin Rodgers/msmarmitelover.com

Mushrooms on Toast recipe


a few drops of olive oil 
a slab of butter
a few coriander seeds
2 cloves of garlic, sliced finely
200g of button mushrooms ( I used them whole)
Sea salt and pepper to taste
4 slices of bread (sourdough or seeded)
Plenty of salty butter
Fresh coriander or parsley leaves

Put olive oil and butter into a deep frying pan. Add a few coriander seeds, the garlic and the mushrooms. Fry gently until golden. Season.
Toast the bread until golden. Add butter.
Throw the mushrooms on to the toast. 
Garnish with the herbs.


It's cloudy and overcast but not cold.
We drank cups of tea while driving up top. There are two driving positions: inside and on the top. On the top you can see better. You only go inside for bridges and rain.
ice cream boat. Boating on the Norfolk broads, pic: Kerstin Rodgers/msmarmitelover.com
We passed a police boat, a steam boat with a copper chimney and an icecream lady boat.

We made our way to Stalham, and visited the Museum of the Broads.
The Norfolk broads are not natural but the result of peat and reed harvesting. Norfolk reeds make the best thatches for grooves. The broads date from Viking times (even Ragnar Lothbrok was in the area).
Whole families used to make their living on boats. There is a replica of a wherry, a passenger carrying Norfolk barge, with a tiny Aga style oven.

Once charged up at Richardson's boat house, we drove back towards Potter Height. We moored in a wild place a couple of hours from Herbert Woods boatyard. We have to bring back the boat by 9am Friday morning. Orange-billed ducks seemed unfazed by their new neighbours.
In the distance was a drainage mill.
We feasted, rather too much, on a Middle Eastern style meal: chilli halloumi, falafel, Norfolk new potatoes basted in butter and coriander, hummus and chilli sauce. I also made a Norfolk apple pie from Bramleys, which didn't look pretty but tasted great.
Jim and I were tired and went to bed after Love Island.

Friday
The alarm went off at 7am but I couldn't physically get up for another half hour. Jim made thick doorsteps of buttery Marmite on toast. It took three pots of tea before we made it back to the boatyard.

Boating on the Norfolk broads, pic: Kerstin Rodgers/msmarmitelover.com


Info:

4 nights for 2 people at peak time costs £653 for the boat, plus £45 insurance and fuel.
Book through Herbert Woods.

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