The Windmill c1926, Potter Heigham
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The First Holiday at Potter Heigham
We hired a riverside chalet called 'La Dak' on the Martham side of the river, there were two families sharing. I remember there was no car access to the chalet so we had to park the cars next to the bridge and carry all our personal items. We soon found out there was no running water so all requirements had to be collected from a tap near the bridge. There was electricity, but rubbish and toilet waste had to be collected by a special boat that called once a week. Walking in the late evening was a problem if you didn't have a torch because of the numerous amounts of black slugs that crossed the narrow concrete footpath. At that time, the Bridge Hotel was there (it was destroyed by fire some years later), and this provided evening drinks and meals, if required. I had brought with me a four seater speed boat and trailer, which we launched at the boat yard near the road bridge. The chalet had a... Read more
Boating on The Broads
Two years after our first visit we came again, bringing our own river cruisers towed by our own cars. We had located a slipway to launch at Martham boatyard prior to starting the holiday. The location at Martham was difficult to find, for strangers, but eventually we arrived after a long and difficult journey and launched the two boats ready for the holiday. We were able to cover most of the Norfolk and Suffolk Broads during the two weeks at a more leisurely pace than before. One notable exception was the journey down to Great Yarmouth, we got the tide times wrong and ended up in Yarmouth at full ebb which carried us way past the Yacht Station and we ended up at the entrance to Breydon Water. We eventually managed to turn and get back to the Yacht Station and moored for the night. The rest of the holiday was less dramatic until we got near to Potter Heigham, our last day before recovering... Read more
I feel I could write a book as the memories were brilliant! We used to spend the whole summer there and I cried when I had to leave. I remember the boatyard which was run by Mr May, his son was called Billy and he was my brother's best friend. My mom used to give me 6d to go into Lathams and buy maggots to go fishing, and I would sit all day by Mr May's shop and watch the boats struggling to go under the bridge. My dad would take us sailing on the Broads even up to last year before my parents passed away, we would ALWAYS sit and talk about the memories they had and when they spoke not once was there anything said that they regretted. I'll always have great memories of both which I'm so pleased I can remember and also keeps me feeling young.
The Water Otter
Just by the road bridge on the Yarmouth side was a pub with a long grass garden which went down to the river, on the bank was a post with a notice on it which read "Don't disturb the water otter" and tied to the post was a rusty chain. Now the road to the bridge was like a grandstand overlooking the garden and people in the garden would encourage a friend to pull the chain and the people on the bridge, who knew about its secret, would cheer the person on to pull the chain VERY slowly so as not to disturb the water otter. Most people in those days dressed up to go to the Pub, slowly this MUDDY chain was pulled in spreading the mud on the victim until a large muddy, smelly kettle came out of the river at which point the victim would throw the hotter back into the river and invariably the chain would cover him with more mud much to the joy of... Read more
As I read out the memorable words from a guide book about the low bridge in Potter Heigham, and thus to be extra careful, I was greeted with the words "Too late" as we rammed the bridge. Thirty years after this photo and we were still causing havoc!