SILENTLY THE boat arced towards the jetty, destined for a perfect end to a stunning morning on the Norfolk Broads. The problem was that my crewman was too busy taking pictures to attend to his role in throwing a rope around the bollard and securing us to dry land.
The current took us away from the mooring and towards some more expensive-looking craft next door. Not a problem for the electric-powered launch or its skipper of the day. With a blip of silent power and a turn of the wheel, we went round again and curved in. This time the team from Martham Boats was on hand to secure us.
It was the only moment of slight
