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Reef in the mainsail, although the wind was moderate. Sailing was more relaxed, and we still made sufficient speed.
The approach to the bay on the island. The first time we tried to moor the boat onto the rocks.
How to tie a boat to the rocks? We didn’t know either. In Fifång, we transferred our theoretical knowledge into practice. The briefing: anchor over the stern, one of us jumps from the boat, holds the bow and ties the mooring lines somewhere to the rocks (given that there are already prefixed ones). We came into the bay early, around noon. Already several ships were waiting behind us in line, ready to moor—time to shine. After the successful mooring, we watched the other boats and realised how slick our manoeuvre must have appeared. Every boat carefully approached the rocks and observed the surroundings first. Then backed out to prepare the anchor and execute the final manoeuvre. Very keen and unaware, we had dropped the anchor and drove straight onto the rocks without looking twice. Beginner’s luck – it worked perfectly.
The island is part of a nature reserve. Many berries grow on the island.
We didn’t reckon with Swedish nature when attacked by mosquitos, ticks and ants.
We hid under a tree close to the waterline. Just wearing shorts and a t-shirt, we were an easy target for ticks and mosquitos.
The island is part of a nature reserve. We took the opportunity to wander across the island and stretch our legs. However, we didn’t reckon with the wild Swedish nature. We got lost and ended up in a swampy part of the island. Mosquitos fiercely attacked us, accompanied by ticks and ants. Just covered by shorts and a t-shirt, the only way out was to run through the woods to the safe shore. We accomplished a short truce. I tried to start the drone into the air to get some shots from the coastline when suddenly birds swooped down near the drone, loudly croaking. They marked their territory. We started a humble retreat to the boat. Mission aborted. Perhaps, it’s sometimes better to let nature be.
The rocky coast is a narrow space between water and forest.
The last shot from the coast before birds swooped down near the drone, loudly croaking.
A banned forest. Something we rarely experienced before. In most parts, no human agriculture interferes with the development of the forest.
Some cows were kept on the island. They grazed on a meadow directly next to the water.