This year we almost missed out on the greatest local maritime event: The Windjammerparade, where the entire fjord is veiled by spreads of white canvas, most notably of the majestic four- and three-mast barques, but also many other historical vessels. My boat was on the trailer still and a new coating of anti-fouling was drying. But on the eve of the parade, I found two volunteers – Leif and Magdalena – who helped to slip the boat. Next morning the boat was leaking heavily as the planks had formed many dry-cracks. But we were determined to participate, so they were caulked with ettan.
We were caught in the doldrums with almost no wind, as the parade passed along our side. Black clouds were emerging, and with it a freshing gust of wind and an even more refreshing rain, that later turned into hail. We were returning to our marina in style, accompanied by thunder and lightning.