We’ve sailed past this tiny island many times, always en route to somewhere further, but with a few days to spare, and not wanting to thrash around in rainy winds, we made the short 5NM hop across from Faaborg, and crammed into the harbour with about 100 other boats with the same idea.
It is yet another charming little island with thatched cottages, and as we walked around the village pond, hundreds of frogs jumped into the water in front of us, possibly into the jaws of the large pike we could see patrolling, or the beak of the heron providing air cover.
The old church graveyard was immaculately maintained, and we could see only about four different surnames on the headstones.
Sadly this was almost our final stop. We moved on to the large commercial marina in Aabenraa to ride out the coming storm, then made our way back to Augustenborg, enjoying some very frisky flukey winds on the beam on the way back. Not a day for the spinnaker!
Our last four days were very enjoyable, spent in warm sunshine on the pontoons in Anders’ yard, stripping and cleaning the boat for the winter, chatting to neighbours from Denmark, Germany, Austria, England and The Netherlands, a wonderful European melting pot of like-minded sailors.
It has been a magical month, a welcome interlude from the year of Covid, and something to be treasured. Let’s hope we come back next year in less uncertain times.
Stay safe everyone!