The journey to Fehmarn was different – ordinarily, a channel crossing in 30 knots would be eventful to say the least, but on a ferry taking just 90 minutes, it was pretty boring!
We drove from Calais via Antwerp (the Antwerp ring road is a joy to behold) and Einhoven, on to Apeldoorn, where we spent a very restful night- so restful, in fact, that we nearly missed breakfast the following morning. Hence, it was a late start; and we were further delayed by the motorway closures in northern Holland, due to lorries trying to mate with the ones in front. The number of trucks on the motorways is quite staggering – one entire lane of the motorway literally nose to tail with trucks driving flat-out in the slipstream of the one ahead.
Hey ho! We eventually pulled into Burgstaaken late afternoon, and we’re soon re-united with Vela, who looked quite serene in her winter palace. The benefits of being in a hall (German for shed) are pretty obvious, but when you are able to slap on coats of paint, regardless of the weather, you can get quite smug about it. So within a week of arriving in Germany we had her back in the water; but then begins the endless list of jobs that we would normally have ticked off during an English winter.
Tomorrow we aim to get out for a short sail, first so we can try to remember what to do, and second, to sort out the (hopefully) small niggles before we set off for Denmark; and that, dear reader, is the $64,000 question. There looks to be another gale blowing in on Sunday, so we may be here for a few days yet – an opportunity to tick off some more of those winter jobs?