Sunday 4 November 2012

Passage Report: 83

Sweden to England

Weather dawns fine. Sahula departs Sweden, sailing into the notorious Kattegat towards Denmark's Laeso Island. Shallow waters create short, steep seas before the Northerly.

Strong winds welcome Laeso. Sahula struggles to berth alongside.

"Yes, we saw you!"



To south, a black line heralds rain, wind to the north, a clear sky. Skipper opts to leave following a weather report for a clear day. Sahula enjoys a fast sail to Grena, north Jutland, Denmark. Morning: seaspray flails Sahula, berthed alongside the harbour wall. A day in port.

Yankee (headsail), mainsail drawing, Sahula sails south to Arhus, Denmarks second largest city. Fleets race offshore. Skipper visits the art centre. The gallery houses, inter alia, a superb collection of Danish modern art.






Into the Lille Baelt (gulf), past low lying islands, amid shallow waters, Sahula enters the Snaevringen, a well marked channel, crossed by high bridges to Fyn island.

There is no greater peace than an evening anchorage joining birdlife off a wetland (Faeno Sund).



Increasingly, German yachts are prevalent. Many battles were fought for German or Danish dominion over the Schleswig region ending with a referendum to determine the border.

Strong winds, intermittent rain does not deter the fleets. Crews bask in red "sailing armour" - Skipper wonders from behind cockpit covers, dry and relatively warm.

Sahula joins them heading south into Als Sund, a narrow, tree lined, channel between Als island and Jutland. Locals sail through; Sahula sails down, motors cautiously.

Weekend sailors crowd Sonderborg harbour. Sahula manoeuvers into the last space on the inner town wharf. Boats are three abreast.




Sonderborg Castle (museum) dominates, regaling the military and aristocratic past. It is the site of a "...major battle in the Prusso-Danish war of 1864.

Young German sailors seek advice on cruising to the Carribbean:

"Go, ... go... You have the boat, go..."

Their local advice takes Sahula to an anchorage inside Die Schlei (fjord).

Goodbye Denmark, hello Germany.

Joining a fleet in strong winds, protected seas, Sahula sails to Kiel fjord to revisit the British Kiel Yacht Club. The Club is also base for British army marine training.

Sahula enters a "box" berth assisted by army personnel. "Box" berths are difficult for a solo sailor as they require crew forward for a line ashore and aft to "lasso" the two stern poles.

In recognition of Sahula's stay, the base flagpole flies the Australian flag.

Skipper rests, visiting Kiel town to reconnect by German sim card to online facilities. Marina wifi is invariably unusable.

In the morning, Sahula, dwarfed by large ships, is raised by the Kiel Canal "sluis" (lock). A short passage to the Flemhuder See (lake) to anchor.



In Rendsberg, historic town along the Kiel Canal, a gallery features the "North German Realists" group (2012). Dark, turbulent skies over windswept Baltic shores "...gives drama...("...they don't "see" the colour?")...they sell well..."

Skipper notes the darkness, past and present, inherent in Scandinavian and north European fine art. It's a long way to the colours of Van Gogh and French Impressionists.

Sahula rests while Skipper visits a cruising friend in Hamburg (Indonesian rally).

Hamburg, largely destroyed in WWII, is bustling with modernity. Skipper and friend visit the surviving, old harbour warehouses and canals.






The modern harbour is a massive container terminal. Huge ships deposit containers for transhipment to Baltic ports.

"Hamburg people love their harbour..."

City pride is encapsulted in the new, ultra-modern, harbourside, Philharmonic Centre, controversially, costing over 500 million Euros.

Brunsbuttel provides a stop before the final canal lock spills Sahula to the Elbe River and Cuxhaven marina.





Critical to an Elbe passage is running with the tide and avoiding a NW'ly.

Sahula departs Cuxhaven marina for Borkum Island at the entrance to the Ems River. A light SW'ly provides mild seas. Strong SE'lies are forecast for evening. Tanya and full sail speeds Sahula, arriving off the Ems River entrance in the pitch dark. Strong winds, adverse tide roughens the river against Sahula. It is a long night to the Borkum marina, arriving 0400.

Strong winds pin Sahula to the wharf. A rest day.

A flooding tide up the Ems River to Delziel. Sahula enters Holland and the canal "mast up route" to Amsterdam.

Skipper awaits Australian crew in Groningen. Sahula is moored in the historic town centre (17 euros). The city is the regional centre for Friesland. It has Hollands largest university student population outside Amsterdam. Massed bicyclists add to lifes hazards.




Skipper attends two concerts by the Northern Holland orchestra and another by Pokey Lafarge and The South City Three (Mississippi "hoo down" folk). Eclectic tastes?

Groningen's ultra modern art "museum" (built in the canal) houses superb collections.



Adventurous spirit is alive and well in three Norwegians.

"We had no sailing experience. A year ago, after university, we decided to take a year off and sail to the Carribbean and back."

"Three of us bought the boat (fiberglass, 32 foot sloop).

"We have two digital chart GPS systems, a generator in reserve, sat phone, AIS, HF and VHF radios...our parents were concerned... did a basic sailing course..."

"We put the outboard (some 40hp) on... the inboard diesel (27 hp) is old..."

"Advice was to go 100 km offshore and head south..."

"A mast stay broke in a storm so we returned (Trondheim) to have the rig checked...then we went south..."

"...we took on water (a lot in a storm), the deck - hull join separated, bowspit fell off and outboard bracket failed..."

Confident, youthful, "blooded"...Skipper wished them well - "Good sailing, you're in the elite..."

Groningen's seven bridges lift with "kontroller" cycling between. The city gives way to the emerald green, historic windmills, huge farmhouses and "painted" cows, of country Holland.

1.5m...Tanya full revs, Sahula "ploughs" the canal - thoughts of "what if...Delziel and North Sea..." relief at 1.7m. Many canals vary between 1.7 - 2.3m. The Guide notes 2m draft in all canals. A lock is in "freeflow" (open both ends) out of the canal. The shore water mark was lower than usual – perhaps canal cleansing.

The "mast stande" route diverts from the major commercial canals into those, narrow, winding with many bridges. It is slow progress through flat, scenic, windmill country. Bridges open between 0900 to 1900 with lunch and dinner breaks. Train bridges take longer. Canal "masters" bicycle between bridges or operate by remote control (camera). Any toll (2-6.50 euro) is collected at the lock gate by depositing into a wooden clog lowered from a fishing rod.

Various shallow lakes (with dredged channels) link the canals.

Flocks of geese arrow high above, swans, ducks...feed. Nostrils are assailed by rural life.

Sahula berths in historic, Dokkum's town centre (10 euro).

Locals query Sahula's voyage; "You sailed from Australia you're a hero!"

Sahula anchors alongside a remote lake wharf. Crew and skipper toast the rare, red, sunset, silhouetting windmills.

Lemmer, port on the Ijsselmeer, has replaced a fishing industry with numerous marinas. Sahula berths in the "olde" town centre. Crew departs for Amsterdam.



Sahula sails to Enkhuizen and Hoorn passing through the lock between Ijsselmeer and Markermeer (2.5-3m depth). Both ports exude history as ports of the Dutch East India Company.

Locks are a challenge to the solo sailor. Before entry fenders and lines are rigged, port and starboard. Skipper keeps Sahula steady by a central "spring" (rope) and working Tanya (engine).

A strong NE'ly whips a short sea. Sahula, yankee flying, races from Hoorn to Amsterdam. Sixhaven marina provides a welcome rest (20 euro - including all facilities, close to city ferry).

Amsterdam city centre, alive with tourists on a sunny day – retains, behind the carnival melee, placid, peaceful, autumn yellowed, canal streets.





 

Sahula awaits in Amsterdam for a weather window for the crossing to England and Ipswich.

Skipper enjoys the company of Amsterdam friends.

A NE’ly determines Sahula’s departure. Friends "crew" Sahula.

"Sahula to…(name of large ship), you have seen the yacht ahead of you?"

"Yes, it is not a problem." Ship changed course.

A benefit of an AIS receiver (Ships over 300 tonnes register details) is receiving, inter alia, a ships name.

A fast passage (commenced under full sail reduced to two reefed main and furled headsail then furled headsail) brings Sahula off Harwich in 20 hours. Ijmuiden to Harwich is a clear, overnight, run (123 nm) over short, rough (2-4m) "North" (shallow – 7, 10, 20, 30m) seas.

North Sea passages are rarely without strong winds. Atlantic weather systems, sweep, rapidly past – combined with sandbanks, shipping, transit lanes, wind farms, oil, gas rigs.

Harwich Port Authority radio welcomes Sahula.

In early dawn, Sahula motors up the Orwell River to Ipswich Haven marina. The circle of the "Norway – Arctic Circle - Lofoten Islands" cruise is closed. Sahula will winter in Ipswich until the 2013 cruise (either to Sweden, Finland or the French canals to the Med, Canaries islands to South America).

Skipper thanks the many cruisers in Norway, Sweden, Denmark, Germany and Holland for their friendship and hospitality - without which no sailing adventure is complete.

It is a privilege to enjoy such beautiful places.

Best,

David

sv Sahula

29th October, 2012

Ipswich, England.


Monday 15 October 2012


Passage Report: 82

Oslo to Goteborg

A light SW'ly - Sahula motors down Oslo Fjord to anchor in  Sandspollen inlet (near Drobaksund where German warship "Blucher" lies (explosives remain), sunk by Norwegian shore guns in WWII).

Weather pattern is various, fine, calm to strong evening winds. Through Hanko passage to the Hvaler islands.

Sahula leans to the morning gale funnelling between the islands. Sea whipped white.

Concerned crew relaxes; anchored securely in peaceful, Holtekilen inlet (Kirkoy island). Swans, gracefully, pass.
 

Goodbye Norway, hello Sweden.

Sahula enters the pink, rock, bare, islands of the Bohuslan "skargard" (islanded coast). Until the 17th century, a part of Norway. Norwegian yachts abound.
 
 

"The Norwegians come here; holiday, buy houses; they are cheap to them, they have more money..."

Winds increase, Sahula cruises amongst the islands, through Gravesund, a historic fishing village, lining the channel, to the open sea. Waves roll in, exploding on island rocks. It is late, rough and crew concerned, Sahula returns to the village wharf. A relieved crew enjoys superb home hospitality with local sailors.
 
 
 

Crew buses to meet Sahula in fishing village, Grebbestad: cobbled streets, neat, quaint, white, timber, houses.  Street windows frame model sailing ships.
 
 

Skipper and crew rest in the local cafe and bakeri.

"I'm going to Australia next month..." - young blond waitress.

 Again, Scandinavian hospitality is superb. Sahula leans from the wharf; winds blow, rain.

"You don't want to go out today... better tomorrow..." - local fisherman. Music to crew.

Weather delays dictate crew's departure. Local sailor (cruised Atlantic to Carribbean) drives crew to station for the Goteborg train.

On way: "...those mounds, a viking burial ground..."

Weather breaks fine, solo, Sahula meanders through islands, fishing villages (now white, summer homes, blinds drawn, boat at wharf, outdoor chairs, lawn mowed; eerily, deserted for winter), narrow, beautiful channels. Through Hamburgsund, Sotekanalen (canal with opening bridge).

Wind increases: Sahula anchors in Larvik inlet. Skipper walks national park forests and rocky peaks.

"Those rock mounds on the peaks, they're viking burials..." - local. Skipper explores the area finding what  seem to be ruins of "villages", many mounds, rock lined paths, roads."

Through Marstrand village channel - "the centre of Swedish sailing" - lined with deserted yachts and expensive houses, apartments.
Evening gale - "...it is east, it never blows east..."

Swedish marinas accommodate yachts in "boxes" - bow too with two poles holding the stern. They are difficult to engage for solo sailors. Skipper opts for a wharf in Bjorko island marina for the last evening in Sweden.

Sahula must forgo Goteborg. A forecast Northerly must be taken for the passage south, across the notorious Kattegat to Denmark.

Next Report: Sweden to Denmark to Germany

David
22nd September, 2012

Passage Report 81 Lindesnes to Oslo

Passage Report: 81

Lindesnes to Oslo

Signs of oncoming winter: shorter days. Gone is 0400 dawn, emerging light is 0600.

Sahula threads through the southern Skagaegard to anchor at Uvar Island.



In 8m, a forest of long spaghetti like, watery weed seeks the light. No more the broad leaf of northern Norway. Its tentacles wrap the anchor and chain.

Skipper starts "Lofoten boats" - a large pastel. Later treks the island peaks.

Purple heather covers the island. Last colour of summer. Skipper sketches "Pink Mountain" - pink streaks the white, grey, granite merging with the purple tints. A white swam elegantly swims the waters edge.

Sun warms the day. Skipper enjoys a short swim.

Sahula again transits the Blindleia - long, narrow intra-island channel. Summer houses, seemingly occupying each inlet, rock, island, stand ghost like, curtains drawn, flag flying, chairs arranged, boat moored, immaculate.



Sahula anchors in Ny Hellesund bay (8m).



Skipper, in dinghy, seeks a shop:

"...there is no shop, only in fjords, too far in such a small boat... nobody is here. For three generations, people lived here...trading ships used to winter here... see the bollards still in the rock... now only holiday homes. It is a very short summer (June, July), like a gate closing, August they leave. Not like Sweden... no homes on islands like here...quite quaint really... a man comes out and keeps an eye on them, each week...I leave tomorrow..."



Henrik Ibsen - poet, playwright lived in Grimstad. His workplace (pharmacy), desk, home, is a museum.



Sahula berths at the "guesthavn" - 150k off season, 300k in summer, shower 30k. Three yachts are occupied, off season, by local university students.

"... we finish next year, the oil companies always want engineers..."

Museum is closed (winter). Olav, manager, provides a personal tour. Ibsen wrotes plays for Ole Bull's theatre.

Sahula berths in Arendal's "Pollen" - inner city harbour, alongside the concrete, tyre hung, wall. The art gallery is open off season, Tuesday to Friday; it is Saturday.

 



"You have sailed from Australia - I studied in Bendigo in Victoria - outdoor education...I am now in the army..."

Sahula passes through the narrow channel through historic, Lyngor island village to anchor in an inlet (8m). Skipper dives to remove "tentacle" weed wrapping the propellor. Fishing lines hooks seaweed, rocks and breaks.

"...there are only 60 people here. It is end of season, today. I have no bread till next year...they live in Oslo, inherit the houses, usually share them. I do differently, I come from Oslo and live here..."

A dull click, the anchor winch fails. Skipper presses the button again, again - nothing... thoughts "what if..." "It" is not the circuit breaker - is there power at the winch? Anchor chain is heaped on deck. Skipper awkwardly, painfully, curses the electic motor's location - a loose, underdeck, switch wire - relief - it works.

Sahula sails under warm, clear skies and aft quarter wind to anchor off Jumfruland Island (8m).

A gale drenches Sahula. A lay day: starts "Lofoten Peaks" in pastel and a walk ashore.

Fine, cloudless dawn, Sahula heads offshore to sail to Oslo Fjord. Approaching the channel, Tanya refuses to start, then does.

Few things test a sailor more than engine failure - "what if?"; "how?" In an unfamiliar country - langauge, cost, expertise... combined with anchor winch "misbehaviour" dictates caution and a marina.

Sahula berths in Vallo marina. Tanya is fine. A NW'ly blows down the fjord. Sahula motors to Oslo.

Passenger ships and large ferry's speed by.

A Norwegian Customs (Toll) boat queries Skipper and leaves.

Sahula anchors in Havna Inlet, Snaeroy Island in sight of the city. Suburban modernity overlooks Sahula - dogs bark, children play - Sahula is again in the "real" world.



The next day a move to nearby Langarasund Sound (Bronnoya Island) amongst the many Oslo yachts and motor launches enjoying a weekend lunch. Oslo friends (met on their 7 year circumnavigation, in Indonesia) bring their yacht to join Sahula.

Sahula moves to friend's Nesoya (island) marina. Skipper enjoys again a hot shower and superb Norwegian hospitality.

Birthday skype rendition of "Happy Birthday" to twin daughters who remind Skipper of Fathers Day.

"Dad, isn't the anchor winch critical...?" Skipper contorts into the anchor locker, reaches upside down, blind to clean the winch electrical connections. "Electricians charge over 1000 k an hour, this is an expensive country..." Winch induces frustration till it goes. Skipper is bruised, blooded but relieved.

"I have an Oslo friend in the north...trapped in 60 knot gales... no, you where right to come south in August..."

Friends drive Skipper to visit the winter ski jumps and cross country trails. Many are in "winter" training, skiing on wheels.

Henie, famous Norwegian figure skater and art collector, married wealthy ship owner, Ostand. They built the Henie Ostand Art Gallery - architectural excellence (gallery "excellence": views, framed from inside, are themselves art) housing a superb collection set in sculptured harbour parkland.

Skipper visits an Oslo boat show. "Beautiful boats, but I wouldn't want to be at sea..."

Sahula moves to Herbern Marina (400k) at the Akka Brygge (old harbour) in central Oslo - "field of the gods" - a modern, bustling, wealthy city.



Australian crew arrives for two week stay. Sahula relishes the female aboard.

"I paint not what I saw, I paint what I see..." - Edvard Munch. "The Scream" and other works epitomise this philosophy at the National Art Gallery. A second "Scream" is at Oslo's Munch Art Museum.

"Fram" museum contrasts with the Viking Museum.

The former, houses Amundsen's ship. Designed by Norwegian naval architect, Colin Archer to lift above the crushing ice of Arctic and Antarctic exploration - canoe stern, rounded underwater, massive timbers, retracting rudder and propellor.

Three viking ships - ancient (900 AD - recovered from burial mounds.), light, "clinker" built, aesthetically sleek, rowed, sailed, Atlantic going. Skipper wonders at their bluff nosed, bulky, successors that dominated ship design in subsequent history.



Huge, ("horizontal skyscapers") passenger ships and ferries come and go.

Skipper and crew wander Oslo's byways into the "immigrant quarter" - hustling, colourful, markets - through the "diplomatic quarter" - stately, elegance - around the Royal Palace.



Rising crime rates, street begging, social welfare, are frequently attributed to "... too many immigrants... if they can't get a job they should leave..." politicised in a rightwing "anti-immigrant" party.

Vigiland Park, home to Norway's pre-eminent sculptor's bronze life statues, create a unique, outdoor setting.



Oslo Opera House - Norway's modern architectural icon - spectacular, white, angular - stands dominant over the harbour - a massive monument to Scandinavian design.



Clearing weather, Sahula prepares to depart, south, for Goteborg.

Next Report - Oslo to Goteborg.

David

12/9/12

Thursday 30 August 2012

Art in Norway

Art in Norway
 
 
 
These are some of the sketches: pencil, pastel, watercolour, of Sahula's time in Norway 2012
 
 

 
Coastal Norway - north of Lindesnes
 
Pastel
 
Lofoten harbour
Pastel
 
 
 
Lofoten - lake and mountains
 
pastel


 
Lofoten - mountain blocks at edge of lake
 
pastel

 
 
Lofoten peaks and white house
 
pastel
 

 
Midnight Sun
 
Pastel
 

 
Fishing Boats
 
Pastel
 
 
 
Skerries, Islands, Rocks
 
coloured pencil
 

 
Glacial Mountains
 
coloured pencil
 

 
Blindeia Memories
 
coloured pencil
 

 
Sahula in Lillehavn, Lindesnes
 
coloured pencil
 

Honnel Massif, Glacial Valleys, Fishing Boat
coloured pencil