From Tananger to Tananger
Yes, that’s right. Embarrassing. Frustrating.
Yesterday’s attempt to sail away to new destinations was curtailed by strong winds contra, and short, very uncomfortable waves too. Discretion being the better part of valour, we scurried back to our berth from which we had hopefully departed less than an hour earlier. (The yellow line is our track).
How do you say hello so shortly after having said goodbye?
Tomorrow is another day, or rather now, today. Wednesday. It is still blowing, slightly less, but the sun is slightly shining and the forecast is slightly promising, so there is a slight possibility that we will try again this afternoon.
Boating days disappear, that’s the frustrating thing.
Meanwhile, after coffee, a gentle tour to the shops, about twenty minutes walk away according to google maps, followed by a climb up to the top of the ridge between the harbour and the sea, to the pilot’s lookout post, and suss the sailability.
Alls well,
ImpatientJohn
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