I took a bus down to the Wroxham broads yesterday. You know, very cool, but the 2 hour boat ride was a teeensy bit long. Though I did learn a lotta fowl stuff from the tour guide (pun intended). Like the Greeve duck babies eat their feathers when they shed, and a whole lotta them, to line their stomachs. Then, when they start eating fish (whole fish, mind you), the bones won't puncture their stomachs because they've basically got a down lining. Huh. You learn things every day... and you learn useless things every day :)
The view from over the Wroxham Road Bridge. That boat on the right looked like the one I took my tour on,
and the tours left from the dock right there.