There was nothing new in being confined to quarters in Karlskrona because of strong winds – it’s what we did twice last year. What was odd though, was the unbroken sunshine – so if you could find some shelter from the strong easterlies, you could quite happily work on your suntan! Time passed quickly though, as we again, bumped into the Cleggs and teamed up in the evenings; and soon we were able to make our way further west, through the Haslo bridge, to the island of Hano. This is a pleasant, very popular harbour; and even at this time of year was quite full by the evening. 40 miles south of Hano is the fishing harbour of Skillinge (apparently pronounced, Whillinger?!), where we parked for the night before rounding Sandhammeren on the way to Ystad. Two days before this, we had removed all our spinnaker lines and stowed them; convinced that we wouldn’t use them again. Sure enough, the wind after Sandhammeren was firmly from the east so there was some feverish activity so as to be able to spinnaker the last 15 miles into Ystad.
Another 30 miles, under kite, the following day brought us to the Falsterbo Canal, at the SW corner of Sweden, where we turned north, under the Oresund Bridge to Malmo, for the night. From here, further north to the very pleasant town of Landskrona, before arriving at Helsingborg – a mere 2.5 miles from Denmark – where we had arranged to meet the ‘Man from Raymarine’ to collect our replacement anemometer – I think I’ll contact them during the winter and try to convince them of the wisdom of giving me a spare – less aggro for all.
Facebook followers will be aware that I have been hard-pressed sailing the boat, whilst Louise has been knitting her maiden sock – will it ever see a partner I wonder?
The massive 2.5 mile reach across to Helsingor in Denmark (the setting for Shakespeare’s Hamlet) was where we had arranged to meet Philip and Lynda – they had the more arduous task of beating down 10 miles from Gilleleje – for a welcome opportunity to catch up with news and swap stories. With the forecast for rain the following day we spent the day chilling; a leisurely lunch out, an expedition to the cheese shop and a visit to the massively impressive nautical museum.
On then, the 25 miles south to Copenhagen, where Philip promptly marched us off to Roskilde to visit the Viking museum – this was the culmination of his ‘Viking pilgrimage’ which had taken in Dublin, the Outer Hebrides, the Faroes, Stavanger and Oslo. It was surprising he wasn’t clad in chain mail and sporting a horned helmet – although he has since assured me that the latter is, in fact, a myth – don’t you sometimes feel that fiction is more romantic than fact? After some compulsory practice, we even got the chance to go out for a short row, and sail on a traditional Viking ship – sadly no chance for any rape or pillaging, though!
Copenhagen is a very comfortable place to be, in a boat. This year we are moored in the busy, colourful area of Chistianshaven, complete with old merchant houses, houseboats and open tripper boats.
We are planning to continue in company for the next week or so, before they head off for the Kiel Canal, and we turn back east towards Fehmarn. At the moment the weather looks set for comfortable sailing, to continue with more exploration of some of the shallower parts of the islands.