Under the Atlantic Highway

Sat. June 27 2015

Since I finished the last entry by going to sleep, I thought I would start this one by waking up. Which I did at 0700. I did the usual morning thing by filling the kettle putting it on the cooker (stove for those of you who haven’t been to the UK or married to someone from there) Lighting the big burner. It heats quicker than the middle burner or the small burner so we use the Big burner for most things that need a lot of heat. After a short time in which I checked 4 sources of weather. Yr.No, Zigrib passage weather and Ugrib. The kettle came to a boil and I transferred the boiling water to the teapot in which I had previously carefully placed a Barry’s Diesel tea bag. I then put the two cosy’s on the tea pot to keep it warm as it steeped. I then gently woke Sally up. By the time she was out and dressed the tea was cold! Not really I was just funning with you. She bounded up dressed lickety split, The tea was at a perfect temperature. So we had a cup.

We then cast off our lines and motored over to the fuel pontoon inserted the magic plastic and fueled up. By 0845 we were underway out of the harbor at the same time a rather large Oil Rig boat was backing away from a pier, this made life a little interesting until I figured out what he was doing. We then continued on our way down the Kornstafjord and out to and under the Atlantic Highway.

The plan was to head to Haholmen where an old Viking lived. He built Viking ships and sailed them all over including around the world and had a Viking ship construction yard and museum. We wended(a word describing a torturous passage)  in amongst big and little rocks into a pool that the only way out of was to retrace our route. A very nice feature of a charting program is the get out of here safe button which I pushed and we extricated ourselves. I then scratched my head trying to figure out how to get into the harbor. Decided life was too short and since it didn’t look like anyone was home anyway we decided to head on our way South to Bud which we last visited last year on the way North.

We arrived in Bud at 1600 entered the harbor and of course it was blowing stink hmmm might be the reason everyone was running away? As we were entering and just before the smooth water the furling line decided to add a little more excitement to the proceedings by getting an over ride so that the sail would only roll part way! Not fun. So as Captain I delegated the job of going foreward to clear it to my crew. An immediate mutiny took place with the result that I tried again from the cockpit and was able to pull it free. We went alongside the pontoon with no further difficulties secured the boat and went walk about to the grocery store returned and then went to the restaurant for a pint and a kafe.