Statt

Woke early, on purpose, before six. Away before seven, thats what the forecast said would be best. Calm. Overcast. Drizzle. (When summer? Please….!) Head north west. Wind gradually increasing, on the nose of course. Round the headland with the steepest small farm I’ve seen. Northward. Wind and waves increasing, North Sea rollers joining the fray.

Uncomfortable, as always.

Round the NW headland, turned right to scuttle to the islands and better shelter. Sailed a while! Then north, to Fosnavåg for a slightly late lunch. Message from Gilbert that we are seen here on a webcam, proof that we’ve arrived. Tomorrow to the bird colony at Runde, just a few miles north of here.

No pics today, too wet. Otherwise….

Alls well