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Evening of day five. Awake at ten. Sailing clothes on, anchor alarm checked again. Windy forecast four to nine knots from the north-east.
We recovered and stowed the anchor. Fireworks rose from the town waterfront. We watched happily, as though they were celebrating our voyage. Engine on. Main and genoa set. Onto our course.
Cold, starry night. A light mist lay over the water. Navigation was easy: a tall building in Travemünde, topped by a signal light, became our guiding beacon. Anton dozed, occasionally checking I was still at the tiller. Heat pads stuck to my socks kept the cold at bay. One of the best defences against cold; I’d recommend them to any sailor.
The wind followed us all the way to Travemünde, then met us head-on in the Trave. Sails furled, engine on. Halfway to the marina, a lone comet briefly lit the sky fiery orange. Then the wind died completely, turning the river into a mirror of the sky. Berthed at four. Bed.
Nineteen miles. Track here.
Day six. Awake at eleven. Washed, cleaned the yacht, packed. Lunch at one at the local restaurant: coffee and schnitzel with chips and pepper sauce for me. Goodbyes, then separate ways: me to Kiel, Anton to Hamburg.
I loved this expedition: 183 miles and so many impressions of Denmark. We seemed to try everything: every point of sail, squeezing out speed, manual steering and autopilot, cooking in a seaway, poling out genoa and spinnaker, heaving to, anchoring, drifting in calm and beating into thirty knots. I’m grateful to Anton for his company, willingness to tackle any job and enthusiasm for any adventure. Alone, I’d have had half the experience.
I managed to put the material together into a video I’d like to share:
• YouTube
• VK Video
• Dzen
The full route is in the logbook
#passage
We recovered and stowed the anchor. Fireworks rose from the town waterfront. We watched happily, as though they were celebrating our voyage. Engine on. Main and genoa set. Onto our course.
Cold, starry night. A light mist lay over the water. Navigation was easy: a tall building in Travemünde, topped by a signal light, became our guiding beacon. Anton dozed, occasionally checking I was still at the tiller. Heat pads stuck to my socks kept the cold at bay. One of the best defences against cold; I’d recommend them to any sailor.
The wind followed us all the way to Travemünde, then met us head-on in the Trave. Sails furled, engine on. Halfway to the marina, a lone comet briefly lit the sky fiery orange. Then the wind died completely, turning the river into a mirror of the sky. Berthed at four. Bed.
Nineteen miles. Track here.
Day six. Awake at eleven. Washed, cleaned the yacht, packed. Lunch at one at the local restaurant: coffee and schnitzel with chips and pepper sauce for me. Goodbyes, then separate ways: me to Kiel, Anton to Hamburg.
I loved this expedition: 183 miles and so many impressions of Denmark. We seemed to try everything: every point of sail, squeezing out speed, manual steering and autopilot, cooking in a seaway, poling out genoa and spinnaker, heaving to, anchoring, drifting in calm and beating into thirty knots. I’m grateful to Anton for his company, willingness to tackle any job and enthusiasm for any adventure. Alone, I’d have had half the experience.
I managed to put the material together into a video I’d like to share:
• YouTube
• VK Video
• Dzen
The full route is in the logbook
#passage
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