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We've not even set sail yet, and Vicki's already got that look on her face that suggests I've taken too many photos.

It was the last weekend of the season, and this is what a Wood boat looks like with its rigging removed, just before it gets stored indoors for the winter. Just in case you were wondering.

Adventure time. This is to prove that we made it all the way to Martham broad, although there's not actually much space to sail there.

Martham broad's a bit odd. For example, it's got this gate in it. The concept of opening a gate to sail into a field amuses me.

Yes I am genuinely trying not to look stupid here. No, I am not succeeding.

Vicki sailing out of Martham broad. In case you're wondering, this facial expression is just on the verge of 'if you don't stop taking pictures I am throwing your camera overboard'.

Attempted arty shot fail. You can almost see the sunlight streaming down through the clouds though, which looked very good.

Skillful navigation of Martham chain ferry without incident - check.

After successfully exploring Martham broad we headed for Horsey mere, with only a small running aground on mud incident to entertain us on the way. Still, it's all fair - I ran us aground last year.

Later in the afternoon on Horsey mere, and the sun's giving us a treat. Good weather all round this weekend, despite the forecast.

I've tried to not play with these photos too much because I wanted to preserve some of the amazing lighting we got this weekend. Sailing in the summer may be sunny and pleasant, but it's the ends of the season where you get the spectacle.

We mudweighted the boat for the night near the edge of the mere.

As the sun set and the winds died the surface of the mere went almost completely flat and still. I'd highly recommend the setting for just sitting and admiring the view.

This is what the mudweight looked like the next morning. Nice! The weed had wrapped itself around most of the rope, too.

Lady Faffington-Beasley does not wish to be photographed at this time.

Quanting through Potter. Sorry, polling through Potter. And yes, I was complimented by a complete stranger on making my girlfriend do all the work (in my defence I had already quanted most of the way up Meadow Dyke). Mind the scissors.

I couldn't really be bothered with getting up to take photos much. Consequently I have dozens of pictures like this.

Adventure time again. This was the fourth (?) one of the weekend. We decided we had enough time to go right on to South Walsham.

We even made it as far as South Walsham's inner broad, which is surprisingly large and beautiful. And completely empty this time of year.

Shadow ninja!

View of the tree-based island in the middle of the inner broad, looking out towards the outer broad.

On the way back to the yard down the Bure bends, we were treated again to the beautiful lighting of an autumn Norfolk sunset.

More sunsetty goodness. And yes, we did make it back before it was completely dark. Just about.