Shadow Fleet
What it looks like, this shadow fleet.
The log has fallen well behind real time. After a fine spell in Norway, I'm currently in Gothenburg – the entries will catch up with the present, bit by bit.
What it looks like, this shadow fleet.
A very fast leg from Kiel to Spodsbjerg. Sailing as a team. And finally back in Denmark.
A visit to Germany’s home of sailing.
A light-airs race. A Belgian who has me laughing over the VHF. Bioluminescence. A sunrise, and a Mayday relay.
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.