Anchored in a familiar spot, a well protected natural bay with a narrow and fairly long entry. Excellent except for maybe a strong northerly, which it isn’t this evening. A dozen or so others anchored, and half a dozen more attached to the shore. It is obviously holiday time!
This morning, motorsailed to Dalarø, a busy little town on a large island, bridge-connected to the mainland, with, amongst other things, a terminal for ferries to other islands round about. Very choppy waters at the guest pontoon next door. Stopped there for replenishments, for both me and the boat. Went ashore just as the bus, one of these articulated ones with lots of seats and few passengers, drew to a halt. Now I know that paying for a bus/tram/ferry ticket here in Sweden has gone all electronic, but I asked the driver if I could pay cash. How far are you going? To the supermarket at the top of the hill. Oh, only that? Hop in and ride, it is only one stop! Many thanks. Saved an uphill trudge. Deposited, with more thanks, outside a proper fishmongers. That all looks inviting, I’ll be back later. Done. Yet another plastic bag to carry back down the hill. Long arms back to a dancing Josin. Well fendered and tethered and safe this time.
After a leisurely lunch, smoked fresh shrimp on fresh bread, and a short snooze, motored into the wind and waves to this harbour, experiencing along the way a proper local rainstorm and gusty winds, and glorious rainbow sunshine afterwards. Took a couple of tries to get the anchor to hold. Must be a lot of weed down there I suspect. Supper was fried fish (gjørs, in local, no idea), very tasty, and lots of asparagus, followed by strawberries and cream. Not bad, but Finnish strawberries were better.
The wind is still blowing, unusually, so frequent checks of anchored position necessary.
Shuteye time now. All’s well, from SailorJohn
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