Arrive Somerleyton.  Off to the Duke's Head whilst dinner cooks.  The pub is under new management, the fire is blazing, and the beer is good - so good we burn dinner.  We still eat the lasagne - carbon et al - washed down with chilean red.  Back to pub for darts where JD captains Stella-team brilliantly ie is it my go?  whose round is it?  do we want doubles? etc.  A quiet night ensues.

Rise dbh and breakfast heartily.  Set off on the ebb in a light NE wind.  Slow tack as wind goes northerly.  Abandon plans for The Cut at the dredgers and sail upriver.  Wind goes southerly - bugger!  Never mind, it's flooding now so head up the Waveney.  Somerleyton swingbridgeman is Mr Unhelpful, putting up a 10 min sign and then not opening for 20 mins.  We promise to sing comic songs on his grave, then head to Beccles.

Swift bacon buttie and cup of tea, then off downriver at 9.15 on the ebb in a gentle breeze.  Oulton for the night, where darts and jukebox in The Waveney pub are a precursor to songs on board in our sleeping bags.  The crew of Puck are deeply grateful.

Slow sail downriver in v light breeze.  Somerleyton swingbridge fails to open (again), so we sing comic songs on his grave (again), shoot the bugger (the bridge, not the bridgeman), and sail on.  Manage to paddle through Reedham Bridge against the last of the ebb, and moor on The Ship Quay - a first since Stella's last encounter with Mudbucket. 
VG sail up The Chet in pm.  The marshes can now be seen on several occasions from the comfort of your own well - a Brucie bonus.  Mike and Nic

Ashton arrive at the White Horse, then come back to Stella for dinner.  After dinner it's off to The Angel for another quiet Green Wyvern night.  The juke box is fantastic, and there is pool and darts.  We do like Loddon!

Charge down to Berney in a moderate south-westerly.  Blast over Breydon in a freshening south-easterly, then roar back to Reedham Ferry with one reef down.  Loïs takes charge of the mooring.  Cruisers promptly scatter in all directions, tin helmets are donned, and flak jackets put on; all prove unnecessary as we moor with aplomb (purchased earlier in the week).  Tip top beef stew on board, lots of beer, and then an early night - blimey!

Early start and make Brundall for shopping, before dropping back to Coldham Hall for lunch.  Off downriver in the afternoon in a southerly.  The wind veers at just the right moment and we sail the Cut to St Olaves, pausing only to retrieve Puck's quant from under the Cut bridge.