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The Voyage of 'S/V Röde Orm' - Sweden
Come on board and take part in our adventures while exploring the world at the slow pace of a sailing boat. We left in June 2009, heading south to escape the northern winter... to start with. Currently in Algarve/Portugal taking it one day at a time.
Back at a Favorite Place
09/26/2007, Skiftesn

25 September

Weather forecast said rain all day and variable winds. I woke up to a sunny and crispy morning without any dew at all. I had my cabin heater on all through the night. When I got up on deck it became very clear that it doesn't like being run at low flame at all. Everything on deck was black and sooty! Well, sometimes one has to swab the decks anyway, right? This was the day, apparently.
This kept me busy most part of the morning and I got underway at 1pm. A very light breeze made Rde Orm barely make way south to a cardinal bouy, then I could easen the sheets, turning west. The plan was to move the convenient distance of 12 miles to one of my favourite places around here. Skiftn, just half a mile suth of the well known island of Tjr. Nearly as soon as I could easen the sheets turning west, the wind died completely. After 10 minutes, I gave up and fired up the cast iron genny. Then what? Exactly! The wind came back from west, with a couple of rain showers and some fog to keep it company. Great. I considered wether I should turn back, but decided I really wanted to spend a night at Skiftn, since it would definetely be the last time in the foreseeable future. Thus I mtored an hour and a half, then found myself anchored for the night at the much desired spot. An other little mishap to lighten me up was that my radar refused to work when called upon in the showers... will call the supplier tomorrow... Even, when sailing, some days are a bit less great than others... A much more enjoyable incident was my trial of the new dinghy. A pleasure to row, I offloaded all frustrations circumnavigating this island powered by oars!

26 September

We all make mistakes, but a wise man don't repeat the same one twice. I remember once reading this someplace, and I did run the cabin heater for a couple of hours n high flame yeasterday night and turned it off before going to sleep. This payed off, no sooty mess on deck to deal with. A calm and foggy morning it was and I went for a row to shore with Myra the crew dog after breakfast. It came out to be a half a mile trip to Tjr, where be both had a nice walk before returning to the mother ship. The rest of the day was spent relaxing in the sun, with a short break to clean the bilge area of the yacht. I am resting for the ride south, since gale force or near gale force NE winds are predicted for tomorrow. This means I will make hull speed at least.

A little leap to the Blekinge Archipelago
09/24/2007, Arp

23 September

A Sunday with beautiful weather and hardly any wind, made all the 'landlubbers' invade the port. Bikers, icecream-eaters of all kinds etcetera. I almost began walking around with my hat to collect entrance, like a I was an ape at a zoo or something. Then in the afternoon a 60 ft schooner came and tied up to the dock. Believe me or not, but about 20 kids singing religious songs invaded the dock. Discreetely, I took shelter below decks and an hour later they were all gone, much to everyone's relief. I invited Sven-Erik for a whisky in the early evening. This is about how exciting (very pleasent though!) this day was. I'd really like to leave tomorrow. NE winds 22-32 knots are predictedfor Wednesday-Friday. This could provide me with a perfect ride south around 'cape' Sandhammaren and then west to the Falsterbo canal.

24 September

I untied those dock lines (admit it can be hard at times...) at 8.30am and motored in the calm, quiet and sunny morning for an hour. The predicted light southerly breeze came, and I was eager to set sail again. It came out luckily. I just managed to steer 220 degrees close-hauled, which was the exact heading to Ungskr,where I turned west in the route between this island and Utlngan, further south. A lazy broad reach in 15 knots of wind pushed me on to the island of Arp, where I stayed for the night. I intend to enjoy a cuple of days in this little archipelago, while I wait for the NE wind to arrive. I consider this day as a lovely bonus, sailing in sun and light winds.

Waiting for the Wind to Veer
09/22/2007, Kristianopel

21 September

A bit of rain, a bit of sunshine, a couple of doggy walks on shore, nothing much happened today as yu can see. Have a look at the newly shot pics and you'll agree that this is a fine place to take a breath and wait for the SW to decrease and then hopefully to veer.

22 September

I could carbon copy the lines above, except there actually was sunny, and even quite warm, all afternoon. Indian summer? I undertook a few of those hard works a cruising sailor has to do as I have previously informed you. The vane for the selfsteering system (wind vane) made of plywood broke a couple of days ago due to an uncontrolled jibe. As you can see on a picture, I drilled a new hole and turned it upside down. That will do for the rest of the trip. During the winter, I will make a few more of those to carry as spares. Sinc it's made ut of 6 mm ply it doesn't take mych force to break it.
I discovered that couple of the halyards had been fouled with the deck light on the mast and then got tangled up with each other. This must have happened when I motored the last half mile or so to this port. The seas were quite high as the wind speed, so the halyards were flying around a fair bit. With the mast steps though, it's an easy task to climb the mast and fix this. All in all these chores kept me busy for half an hour or thereabout. This sure is a tough job. As a bonus I was invited for a Calvados to a neighbouring yacht here afterwards. Do I really want to leave this place at all?

A Wet Ride to Kristianopel

20 September

Autumn, really. It never even got to full daylight today. A kind of dark gray dusk all day. Low skies, threatening to offload all their containts in form of rain any minute. Had a walk with the crew dog after the usual morning routines. The night had been very windy, and the SW winds sort of blew right through this entire harbour, causing the boat's movements jerky and uncomfy. The small industrial harbour here, was a bit noisy, and smelled of timber and saw dust. Another, very familiar smell was that of pig urine, as the farmers fertilized their land with it. Autumn. The rural smell reminds me of 'home' ( I am living in a farming district) and how close I actually am now. Approximately 150 miles left. The fact that this wonderful trip is soon coming to an end really fills me with mixed emotions.
All this made me not want to stay in this port. Period. The forecast was near gale force winds from SW. The worst direction obviously, a direct headwind. In the morning hours the wind speed was more like 14-20 knots, and the meteorologists have been wrong before so I decided to take the short leap to Kristianopel further south. That is a nice place where I can comfortably wait for the winds to change to more favourable direction.
Hence I left at 11.30 for a few hours tacking along this shallow coastline with lots of reefs making it a necessity to stay at least a couple of miles to the east of shore.
All went well, as usual, the wind increased gradually though, and the tacking under reduced sail was a very wet business.Everyuthing from stem to stern, including myself was saoking wet from spray when I reached port at 3pm. Sven-Erik, the harbour captain here showed up shortly after my arrival, and kindly enough he offered me a cup of coffee and a chat in his cosy office. The first time I met him here was in 1982, so it's a kinda' 25 year Jubilee now. Sven-Erik is one of the few men still alive who has been working on the sailing ships of the 'old days'. It's alway interesting to hear him tell a tale or two from his experience.
Kristianopel is a very interesting little town in itself. Very picturesque with old wooden houses and a church built in 1624, it was once the fortification of the Danish here at the former borderline between Denmark and Sweden. City walls and towers are still visible dispite several battles held here in the 17th century. In 1657 however, Sweden finally beat Denmark, and at the peace treaty held here, Denmark lost all it's provinces at the mainland Sweden. I guess this was the starting point for Sweden's ambitionsto expand it's territories and power throughout Europe.
At this spot I will stay until I get following winds for the last leg round the southern coast of Sweden to the city of Malm, where Rde Orm is planned to be berthed for the winter.

The Day of Minor Breakdowns

18 September

Let's face it. Nothing really came out the way I would have wanted it to. Northerly wind near gale force predicted. Would have been terrific for me, heading south. Dead calm it was all day. Drizzling rain until noon. Decided to start motoring at 10 am, assuming that the wind would soon come. Ended up motoring for eight full hours, and moored in the Borgholm-?-land guest harbour. At 6.30 when I had dinner on board, the northerly started to increase. I begin to think that the Kalmar Strait has a curse hanging over Rde Orm and me. For years now, I either get calms or 25 knots headwind. At least I made some distance today, and did NOT get a headwind.
Had a walk in town before dinner. It's such a weird feeling to walk the empty streets of a place that is sooo hectic and full of people during the vacation period.
The Mets keep talking of N -NW winds near gale force. We'll see about that tomorrow.

19 September

Well, bad luck. This morning the Met Office suddenly changed their mind, SW 14-20 knots were the Mantra for the day. Got underway early,at 8.30, after some trouble leaving the dock. Smart as I were yesterday night, I berthed on the windward side of the dock. Obviously this caused me some minor problems getting away. All went well though. I sailed close-hauled all day, but I didnt have to tack until almost at Bergkvara in the southern part of Kalmar Strait. Even though I was aiming at Kristianopel, 12 miles further south, I settled for Bergkvara. The reason for this being the simple fact that I have never been here before. Also, I could make it to port before dawn.
Off season as this is, I havent seen many yachts lately. A few in the Stockholm archipelago last weekend and then almost none. (not counting the ones at the race in Vstervik) In Borgholm Port there were only two more yachts in the guest harbour. None of them seemed to be manned. I saw no signs of people there. Today, when the sailing was, well, semi-rough, I spotted 4 more yachts out there. One going the opposite way, To smallish Polish sailing yachts heading south and one german single-handler in an IF-boat (Folkboat made in GRP) Since I have been sailing an IF for years (wonderful boats BTW), I was happy when I found out he was going to Bergkvara too. Sadly, he didn't seem interested in any kind of socializing, though.
After more than 2000 miles on the log this summer, it should not come as a surprise that a couple of minor mishaps, or breakdowns, occurred today. Firstly, one of the lines to the Aries windvane parted due to constant chafe, and then the Bb lifeline let go when I left harbour in the morning. Fixed the lifeline with a rope, and changed the lines t the vane too. Then upon arrival to port, I nticed that the idle rev's on the engine had become too low. Fixed this too. This whole operation took me about thirty minutes. A cruising sailor's life is hard, remind you. Lol.

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