Camping isn't easy, falling over guy ropes and tripping bit's and pieces of kit in your tent, while settling down for the night in a field! doesn't sound ideal. But it is, what can be better than a little adventure, and messing about in boats with a few friends, on a sunny day.
Well, our field a campsite just outside the ancient town of Bungay, which sits next to the river Waveney was our home for the next couple of nights, and the start of our first paddle.
Getting into, indeed getting out of an open canoe from a sloping wet bank isn't as easy as it may seem, but with the help of everyone we all survived an early bath and were soon on our way.
The evening was warm and the flowers of the bank were charming. The river Waveney at this point is just a few feet wide, with over hanging trees it gently twists and turns it is the very picture of England. Just a warm up paddle today! we went as far as the weir It's a portage point so, rather than lift the canoes out for another section, we returned along the same route, back to the campsite and off to the Green Dragon for a pint and a bite to eat.
After our first night under canvas and campervan, we woke to a fine day. Today Adrian was taking us to meet Jeff and Helen, they would be our guides today.
Norwich is connected to sea by the river Yare, which rises south of Dereham and flows out to Great Yarmouth, it was once used to bring cargo into the city.
Today the river was bringing us into the heart of Norwich. At first the banks were lined with trees and meadows, which gave way to the remnants of an industrial past, and finally to a much older building, a sentinel from 1398 the Cow tower, a fortified tower and our lunch stop.
The day had been a complete success, no one had fallen out. so, back to the campsite to try and remedy that, with an introduction to paddle boarding. Some were good, some Ok and some enjoyed the coolness of the water.....me, I was just testing my buoyancy aid. The silliness continued a little more as few of us used the rope swing to full effect.
Showered and warm it was time for BBQ's, Jenga and drink or two, then a little later the gentle rumble, not of the predicted thunder storm but snoring of happy campers.
Sunday's weather forecast of thunder, and the light mist that greeted me while popping my head out of the tent didn't bode well, for our final paddle. But, undeterred after squeezing all the kit back in the car, a small but determined band of paddlers were rewarded with sunshine.
Today Adrian was taking us on the Bungay loop. Again, like the first day we had the luxury of getting in just feet from where we had camped.
As we set off sunlight was shining deep into the peaty water as we paddled over the large leaves beneath the river. The Waveney is the very picture of pastural beauty, we followed the gently curving banks, tall broad reeds full of butterflies as they lined our route which finally brought us back to the campsite.
Thanks Adrian for making it happen and everyone else for such great company. Also a special thank you to Helen & Jeff who jumped in to help reorganise our itinerary due to low water on our scheduled trip and a huge thanks to Kelly at Broadland Paddlesport for allowing us to use the clubs facilities and launch.
Mark Kendrick
Photos, Martin, Dee, Kelsey, John, Helen and Newton







