Woke up at 7:50 this morning in Glurkshaven, pouring rain of course, but not quite such pouring rains as the thirty-seven previous mornings so we decided to give it a go. I was going to have bacon and eggs but realised we had run out of bacon, And eggs.
Mid-morning we had left the famous Bradverk Rocks behind us, making it very clear it’s me sailing the boat, whilst Kathy, well, she comes along, bless her. If we haven’t met, Kathy is actually my wife although some blog entries might make her sound like my guide dog. Hee hee
Second pargraph I usually bung in some sailing blarney, such as the jammed lock-stopping cleat thimble, or rabbit on about the AIS, yes, we’ve got AIS doncha know, oh dang I’ve hit the wrong button wait a minute there an ooer that’s from yesterday and wait a minute that ship wasn’t there twenty minutes ago, aargh drone drone, is it lunchtime yet?
Today we’re off to Brakbergen, yet another place nobody has ever heard of, and with complete lack of pix coupled with the almost rhe entire readership being clueless about Norwegian geograpghy, I can make up any old rubbish.
Most days we reach 8 knots, somehow, usually very perilously and of course today is no exception, Torrents of water, lots of it inside the boat, howling wind, godawful weather , actually worse than Scotland. Yes! Hah, I bet that Norwegian Tourist Board had wished they’d taken up the special web advertising offer now, eh?
Three more near-death experiences later in the afternoon. Kathy thrashed me at scrabble again. Beuatiful evening, for about ten minutes, then pouring rain of course. And so to bed.
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