Round the Buoys
Sailing. No destination today, for once.
Back in Brunsbüttel after two fine, longer legs. Ready for the second part of the journey.
Sailing. No destination today, for once.
A trip to Lelystad, where I come to appreciate my light 20-litre rucksack all over again.
It took me ten years. Now I’m finally on Vlieland.
Enkhuizen brought the clarity I needed. It took me a few days.
A broken toggle, doubt in one’s own judgement, and a welcome pause.
Two of us setting off from Makkum. Two hours out on the IJsselmeer, then our conversation breaks off.
On single-handed sailing. And on the Netherlands. A country I’m fond of.
A quiet day’s sailing in treacherous waters.
From Cuxhaven to Borkum. Two people, two boats, through the North Sea night together.
Short and sweet: Schlei – Kiel – Brunsbüttel – Cuxhaven in three days.
Yesterday, the plan: cast off at last in Brodersby, down the Schlei and on to Kiel. But after just ten miles, at Kappeln, that’s where it ends – for now.
Kathrin comes to visit. Together, it’s easier.
The (sailing) world is small. Or chance is large.
Stepping the mast – a thrill of nerves every time.
Good progress these past days. Tomorrow Koraki goes back in the water.
Getting Koraki ready for the voyage – long working days in Brodersby.
Arrived in the north.