It was raining yesterday, and 8°C.

So we went sailing.

For the first time ever, we managed to get the sails perfectly trimmed. All of a sudden the pressure on the rudder disappeared, and we cut through the dark water as a new-born baby-dolphin.

We did 8 nautical miles in just under 2 hours, then stopped for a pizza and a beer at Björkö. Here’s a map of the journey.

My brother’s beer must have been stronger than mine. On our way back home he misjudged his steps, and planted his right leg in the water. The water must have been cold, because he pulled it right back up.

We continued our exploration of a grey and deserted coast line, and arrived back home just before darkness arrived. On the shoreline, a crowd of native Swedes had gathered. They were probably saying something like:

“I never thought we would see them again. Never. Not in this weather. But they made it to the pizza and back.”