“Continue for two miles”, said the satnav lady, as I turned onto Ferry Lane, “then board the ferry”. ‘Boarding’ the Reedham Ferry is a matter of moments, as is the river crossing itself. The ferry, carrying two cars (“three if they’re very short”, said the ferryman) only travels about three times its own length across the reed-fringed River Yare. On the northern side is the Ferry Inn.
After my Hebridean island hopping I’m very fond of ferries… the smaller the better. And they don’t come any smaller than the Reedham Ferry. It’s brilliant!…
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