Reedham

The grey mullet, Mugil capito, was a favourite prey of the cormorant.

In Sir Thomas Brown's time, the cormorants nested at Reedham, upon trees whence King Charles I was wont to be supplied.

In Lubbock's time, it still nested around Fritton Decoy in some years in numbers.

In other years, not a nest was to be seen.

I should incline to suspect it was a flounder, a species now and again captured in fresh waters.

In July 1903, whilst fishing at Wroxham Broad, an angler landed what he described in the same newspaper as a sea flatfish of the place species, in all probability a flounder.

I myself, while fishing at Reedham, fully 12 miles from Yarmouth, have taken the shore crab, Carcinus menas.

A small shark, a tope, Galeus vulgaris, between five and six feet in length, altogether lost its bearings in September 1903, and coming three miles upriver, found itself in Braden.

The grey mullet, Mugil capito, was a favourite prey of the cormorant.

In Sir Thomas Brown's time, the cormorants nested at Reedham, upon trees whence King Charles I was wont to be supplied.

In Lubbock's time, it still nested around Fritton Decoy in some years in numbers.

In other years, not a nest was to be seen.

I should incline to suspect it was a flounder, a species now and again captured in fresh waters.

In July 1903, whilst fishing at Wroxham Broad, an angler landed what he described in the same newspaper as a sea flatfish of the place species, in all probability a flounder.

I myself, while fishing at Reedham, fully twelve miles from Yarmouth, have taken the shore crab, Carcinus minus.

A small shark, a tope, Galeus vulgaris, between five and six feet in length, altogether lost its bearings in September 1903, and coming three miles upriver, found itself in Brayden.

Meniscus mourning for his only son, the toil-experienced fisher, Pelagon, has placed upon his tomb a net and oar, the badges of a painful life and poor.

With our incorrigible ill-luck, the light wind, which we had hoped would carry us to Reedham, all but fell away with the turning of the tide.

A full half-mile more, and we should have turned into Haddiscoe Canal with an at least favoring easy-going breeze.

The skipper did all that was possible by tacking, but losing more way than gaining it, each time went into the wind.

I scratched my head, and thought of the short but truthful axiom of the Frenchman, bouche serie, mouche ne entre, and kept my mouth shut, so that none escaped therefrom.

This was the worst and only alarming incident of the whole three weeks' trip.

The bit of river from Burney Arms to Reedham is, to my mind, the wildest in Broadland, and but for the traffic of the year would be the lonesomest, but the ronds were raggedly beautiful with rank herbage and smiling Michaelmas daisies, my favorite wildflowers, where among droning bees and other insects swarmed and revelled.

A picturesque mill and a mellow red farmhouse once in a while broke the monotony of these miles of wilderness.

There are no impediments to navigation of any consequence, so it may be imagined what a happy hunting ground this is to the boat-sailor, the naturalist, and the angler.

End of chapter one Chapter two of the Handbook to the Rivers and Broads of Norfolk and Suffolk by George Christopher Davies This LibriVox recording is in the public domain Chapter two Down the Yare, Norwich to Reedham Do you mean to say, said Wynn, that these Broads are worth my giving up a few days to seeing them? If you will give up a fortnight, I promise you that you will find it too short.

You went to the Friesland Meers years ago and enjoyed it.

You will like these quite as well.

We passed the mouth of the Chet on our right, navigable some four miles up to Loddon.

Its mouth is marked by hardly cross, which forms the boundary between the Norwich and Yarmouth jurisdictions over the river.

We barely made headway as a public house on the left called Reedham Ferry was reached, and a little lower down we lay too against the Ronde or bank, and made all snug for the night.

A little further is Reedham Village, eighteen miles by river from Norwich, which is picturesquely situated on high ground on the north bank of the river.

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Chapter two, Down the Yare, Norwich to Reedham.

Do you mean to say, said Wynn, that these Broads are worth my giving up a few days to seeing them? If you will give up a fortnight, I promise you that you will find it too short.

You went to the Friesland Meers years ago and enjoyed it.

We passed the mouth of the Chett on our right, navigable some four miles up to Loddon.

Its mouth is marked by Hardley Cross, which forms the boundary between the Norwich and Yarmouth jurisdictions over the river.

We barely made headway as a public house on the left called Reedham Ferry was reached, and a little lower down we lay to against the Ronde or bank and made all snug for the night.

A little further is Reedham Village, eighteen miles by river from Norwich, which is picturesquely situated on high ground on the north bank of the river.

This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.

Chapter two, Down the Yare, Norwich to Reedham.

Do you mean to say, said Wynn, that these Broads are worth my giving up a few days to seeing them? If you will give up a fortnight, I promise you that you will find it too short.

You went to the Friesland Meres years ago and enjoyed it.

We passed the mouth of the Chet on our right, navigable some four miles up to Loddon.

Its mouth is marked by hardly crossed, which forms the boundary between the Norwich and Yarmouth jurisdictions over the river.

We barely made headway as a public house on the left called Reedham Ferry was reached, and a little lower down we lay to against the Ronde or bank and made all snug for the night.

A little further is Reedham Village, eighteen miles by river from Norwich, which is picturesquely situated on high ground on the north bank of the river.

Meniscus, mourning for his only son, the toil-experienced fisher, Pelagon, has placed upon his tomb a net and oar, the badges of a painful life and poor.

With our incorrigible ill-luck, the light wind, which we had hoped would carry us to Reedham, all but fell away with the turning of the tide.

A full half-mile more, and we should have turned into Haddoeskow Canal with an at least favouring easy-going breeze.

The skipper did all that was possible by tacking, but losing more way than gaining it, each time went into the wind.

I scratched my head, and thought of the short but truthful axiom of the Frenchman, bouche serie, mouche ne entre, and kept my mouth shut, so that none escaped therefrom.

This was the worst and only alarming incident of the whole three weeks' trip.

The bit of river from Burnie Arms to Reedham is, to my mind, the wildest in Broadland, and but for the traffic of the year would be the lonesomest, but the ronds were raggedly beautiful with rank herbage and smiling Michaelmas daisies, my favourite wildflowers, where among droning bees and other insects swarmed and revelled.

A picturesque mill and a mellow red farmhouse once in a while broke the monotony of these miles of wilderness.

Meniscus mourning for his only son, the toil-experienced fisher, Pelagon, has placed upon his tomb a net and oar, the badges of a painful life and poor.

With our incorrigible ill-luck, the light wind which we had hoped would carry us to Reedham all but fell away with the turning of the tide.

A full half-mile more and we should have turned into Haddiscoe Canal with an at least favoring easy-going breeze.

The skipper did all that was possible by tacking, but losing more way than gaining it, each time went into the wind.

I scratched my head, and thought of the short but truthful axiom of the Frenchman, Bouche serré, mouche ne entre, and kept my mouth shut, so that none escaped therefrom.

This was the worst and only alarming incident of the whole three weeks' trip.

The bit of river from Burney Arms to Reedham is, to my mind, the wildest in Broadland, and but for the traffic of the year would be the lonesomest.

But the ronds were raggedly beautiful with rank herbage and smiling Michaelmas daisies, my favourite wildflowers, where among droning bees and other insects swarmed and revelled.

Meniscus, mourning for his only son, the toil-experienced fisher, Pelagon, has placed upon his tomb a net and oar, the badges of a painful life and poor.

With our incorrigible ill-luck, the light wind, which we had hoped would carry us to Reedham, all but fell away with the turning of the tide.

A full half-mile more, and we should have turned into Haddiscoe Canal with an at least favouring easy-going breeze.

The skipper did all that was possible by tacking, but losing more way than gaining it, each time went into the wind.

I scratched my head and thought of the short but truthful axiom of the Frenchman, "Bouche fermée, mouche n'entre," and kept my mouth shut so that none escaped therefrom.

This was the worst and only alarming incident of the whole three weeks' trip.

The bit of river from Berney Arms to Reedham is, to my mind, the wildest in Broadland, and but for the traffic of the Yare would be the lonesomest.

But the ronds were raggedly beautiful with rank herbage and smiling Michaelmas daisies, my favorite wildflowers, where among droning bees and other insects swarmed and reveled.