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BROADLAND SPORT 



However, it is getting cold, and there is much to be attended 

 to at the Bungalow, so, directing a course towards the land- 

 ing-place, we are soon threading our way up the moonlit 

 street of the village towards our temporary home. One last 

 pipe, one last nightcap, then in dreams we struggle with 

 Leviathan perch, the like of which Broadland waters have 

 never seen, and the whirr-r-r of the small alarum clock seems 

 to call us from our slumbers before we have begun their 

 enjoyment. It is four o'clock, but we turn over in bed for 

 another half-hour, and do not reach the quay until nearly 

 5 a.m. 



