The last two weeks have seen a big shift in the weather. Gone are the constant blue skies and light winds; replaced instead by moderate breeze from the southerly quarters – which direction are we heading? The temperature is still high during the day which, in turn, has led to some seriously spectacular thunderstorms. The most notable of these was in a small anchorage which we shared with various other folk, most of whom were moored against the rocks. I’m told the theory of rock mooring is that you get your bows onto a rock which is upwind – good theory, but when a squall hits, it doesn’t always obey the rules of where the wind should be blowing from. At 3am we were lying 180 to where we were expecting, but still fairly comfy, while the rock hoppers were out in their dinghies (in the hammering rain), desperately trying to lay more stern anchors to prevent themselves from exploring the rocks more extensively. Thankfully morning broke to reveal only a few bruised bodies; all boats survived intact – which is more than can be said for this poor abandoned yacht – a reminder of what can happen if you stray too far off the beaten track!
Whilst the days are still warm, the evenings now have that distinct autumnal feel; and the winter woollies are closer to hand. The Swedish ‘season’ seems all but over, as there are now few boats about compared to the constant stream we met in July. It was sad to be rounding Landsort, and saying goodbye to the Stockholm archipelago; but our memories are priceless, and we will be back!
There are, of course, always the day to day chores of yacht maintenance to occupy ones mind, and spare energy
……and the constant search for unusual wildlife
Oh, yes; and finally bashing. We have never shied away from close encounters with the rocks – we have always been careful, but three days ago we had very red faces. We had wriggled out way into a small secluded anchorage, but decided it wasn’t quite right; so following our GPS track, we wriggled our way back out – or not! Clunk, scrape went the keel. Thankfully we were only doing about a knot at the time; so after a quick inspection of the keel bolts, and a dive to look at the keel joint showed nothing dramatic, we pressed on – a little more chastened!
Our thoughts are now firmly fixed on the journey south, and the logistical problem of getting a car from Hamble to Germany – any volunteers?