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Day three. Alarm at eight. The harbourmaster had asked for the facilities keys back at 9.30. Milk onto granola, wash, keys returned, checked the Shipping forecast:
No wind. No point even hoisting the sails. In Navily I considered destinations:
• Timmendorf on Poel: small, with a beach
• Hohen Wieschendorf: small and quiet, with an Italian restaurant
• Boltenhagen: quite large, but rather out of the way
• Poel, in the town of the same name on the island of the same name: roomy and convenient, but well off my route
Timmendorf won. A leisurely ninety minutes under engine. A large flock of swans and a passing seal’s head on the way. A red-and-white buoy marks the approach near the marina; I aimed for it. About seventy metres short, we hit something. Everything seemed to jump, including me and the shrouds. Apparently, a boulder lay at 1.6m and caught the keel. No damage inside. Hopefully none outside either.
The harbourmaster works only an hour morning and evening, so public toilets until then. Electricity takes 50-cent coins at the sockets. A pleasant place: snack bars, cafés, restaurants and souvenir shops. I ordered a burger at a bistro, but they’d added remoulade, which really didn’t suit the meat. Sandy beach to the north, stony to the south. Beyond it, you can climb the cliff and return through the woods. There, I finally felt rested, with everyday work stress lifting away.
That evening, worried the electric heater would use up my paid electricity, I lit the Wallas paraffin heater I’d repaired in spring. Less than an hour to reach 23°C. Warm when I went to bed.
Six miles. Track here.
#passage
05.10.2024, 03:26 UTC, Western Baltic
An extensive high 1023 over northern Germany moves towards the area east of Latvia.
light and variable winds,
first coastal tog patches,
sea 0,5 meter.
No wind. No point even hoisting the sails. In Navily I considered destinations:
• Timmendorf on Poel: small, with a beach
• Hohen Wieschendorf: small and quiet, with an Italian restaurant
• Boltenhagen: quite large, but rather out of the way
• Poel, in the town of the same name on the island of the same name: roomy and convenient, but well off my route
Timmendorf won. A leisurely ninety minutes under engine. A large flock of swans and a passing seal’s head on the way. A red-and-white buoy marks the approach near the marina; I aimed for it. About seventy metres short, we hit something. Everything seemed to jump, including me and the shrouds. Apparently, a boulder lay at 1.6m and caught the keel. No damage inside. Hopefully none outside either.
The harbourmaster works only an hour morning and evening, so public toilets until then. Electricity takes 50-cent coins at the sockets. A pleasant place: snack bars, cafés, restaurants and souvenir shops. I ordered a burger at a bistro, but they’d added remoulade, which really didn’t suit the meat. Sandy beach to the north, stony to the south. Beyond it, you can climb the cliff and return through the woods. There, I finally felt rested, with everyday work stress lifting away.
That evening, worried the electric heater would use up my paid electricity, I lit the Wallas paraffin heater I’d repaired in spring. Less than an hour to reach 23°C. Warm when I went to bed.
Six miles. Track here.
#passage
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