Josin Cruise 2021 / 3

It is proven. I may continue to sail. I can still hoist the mainsail! A lovely breeze on the way down the Trondheimsfjord, gave us 4 gentle boat knots and delightful quiet. Lasted all of two hours.
This season I had reckoned that, because last year was somewhat un-clement, statistically the weather this year would be better. It has been. Days of sunshine, but no sailing wind. Therefore days of motoring and not enough suncream. Ah well, you can’t have it all!

Again, Gilbert found a webcam and caught our entering the guest harbour at Skansen. (The one where you don’t have to wait for a bridge to open).
Strange things happen in the early morning. An incredible gull(hoard?, gathering?), all squawking at maks, appeared to be attacking something moving along on the long sea wall. Closer they came, and underneath appeared a poor otter, (or was it a badger, maybe a jumbo mink), bounding along for all it was worth, trying to avoid the gulls, until it suddenly disappeared in amongst the stones and the gulls were frustrated, and gradually dispersed. No more sleep!
Later that morning I helped another boat tie up, and look what was sitting pretty on the jetty:

Visit to Trondheim was greatly enhanced by meeting up with grandson John Magnus and his partner Mariell, for dinner in the San Sebastian restaurant. Great company! Good Spanish-spicy food. Quiet until 18:00 when the local, Covid-inspired, restriction on alcohol serving ended, and the decibel level rose inexorably. We moved to a quieter corner.

Next day, (I’ve rather lost count), another early awakening and start, and back out the Trondheimsfjord to Brekstad. Well I never! After a bit, a gentle wind appeared, in an appropriate direction, and we sailed awhile. Then a change. Entering the west-east Trondheimsleia, the wind suddenly changed to NW and blew at 25 knots. ! Creamed along and arrived at Brekstad just as both the normal, and the high-speed ferry, exited the harbour, heading to one on each side of us. Dowse all sail and STOP. Let them assume we are “a hindrance to sea room”. Don’t move until they have gone. Just afterwash, particularly from the high-speed. Phew! Plenty of space to tie up on the guest pontoon, together with no less than three largish sailboats all on their way north.

This morning, saturday, dawned blustery with heavy rain showers and rather too much wind, and as I’m not keen to get wet and the forecast is for a clearing, we remain here for a while. Next stop, round the corner to Dypfest: (I am still trying to find out how to add a link to a position in Google Earth).

Alls well