Friday 22 June
Wind and rain kept my reluctant crew aboard and below decks all day, except for an occasional and brief foray ashore to avail themselves of Grand Holm Marina’s facilities, carefully timed between showers. The wind was strong enough for long enough to blow large quantities of Baltic Sea into the harbour, almost submerging the port-hand marks of the entry channel, and drowning the stern buoys to which boats were attached.
We enjoyed meeting a British family who are living an even more nomadic lifestyle than us. They spend their holidays from the Far East sailing incognito under an Estonian flag, dreaming of bigger boats, full headroom and real heads (bathroom).