Ebeltoft
Has been a very breezy experience to now. Expected, but rather more hefty than wanted.
Yesterday was blown away. Steady 30 knot wind gusting to nearly 40, was enough to keep me firmly on Josin, doing some nail-biting. A new experience of in-harbour conditions. With every fender out and all mooring ropes at least doubled, I just had to wait, and react to a new situation if it occurred. Luckily it didn’t. Only damage was one punctured fender and the line on the crosstrees with all it’s pretty pennants broke, leaving them to flutter horizontally. Hope I’ll be able to retrieve them in the next calm if they survive.
But, first morning we were here I went exploring in the local area to find out where things were, and ended up, rather confused, outside a café, Cafe Moeslund, just about to open, with proprietor in the doorway chatting to a friend. P realises that I’m lost and asks if I need help. Yes please, where do I find a bakery? A flood of very helpful directions in quite incomprehensible Danish sounds left us both confused, but when she asked me if i needed a coffee, that I understood, so we went in.
And with the coffee, cherries!! Not the very red sort in the shops, but these, the same that grew on a tree in the garden of my childhood home, Mill Orchard. They are not sweet, rather tart in fact, but they suited my taste then and they do so now too! Reckon it was me and the starlings who ate them.
P, (I didn’t get her name), said that they had a tree, loaded, and used the fruit as decoration.
Not being mealtime I didn’t stop for a meal, and plodded up the hill on bakery-hunt. Past the church, (aren’t they always on a hill?), the cemetery and another slope to an enormous supermarket, “Kvickly”. But, true to info from P, there was a bakery just inside the door with an enormous array of irresistible bread, yes, including sourdough. Yum.
Then today, a very showers-and-sunny-periods day, on the way back from a bit of sightseeing and shower-dodging, I dodged into Cafe Moeslund. Ah, lunchtime. Again a warm welcome from P, cafe very busy but with a very comfortable contented-eaters sound. Limited menu, very difficult to decide. This is what came, in order:
First a very decorative glass of water and more cherries!
Then a basket of sourdough bread and a tantalising tastedip.
The a bowl, with the most incredible-tasting marinated salmon and diverse salad veg.
Very memorable and quite the best I’ve tasted. Savoured every mouthful.
Poured compliments over the chef, who understood better my english rather than my norwegian, and who tried to mumble that he was lucky. Ha! That was culinary skill man!
Lunch coincided with a prolonged and heavy shower, which just stopped so that I could stagger back dry-shod to Josin. Long zizz. After that lunch, dinner tonight will be simpler, of fresh sourdough bread and smelly danish cheese. Oh the suffering……
Don’t think any boats left harbour today, so it will be interesting to see what tomorrow will bring of winds and weather. I’m planning to head south, when the wind drops.
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