|Island hopping in the Baltic, sunset|
Having a deadline is never a good idea on a sailing holiday, but despite extending my trip to compensate for the delayed launch of the boat, my pet sitters were getting restless (as well as increasingly expensive) and I had commitments, so a flight home had to be booked. We decided on Helsinki for my return flight as my husband, who was planning to stay on for a couple more weeks, was keen to carry on to Tallinn in Estonia, so Helsinki was en route for him. However this involved the serious business of 'making passage' rather than the idyllic island hopping we had been enjoying.
The next morning started badly, with the Germans knocking us awake at 7am on the dot (5am English time), followed by a trip to the heavily overused compost loos with no hand washing facilities - no running water on this island - then another long, windy day at sea, with the sails up, mostly stuck on a port tack (heeling over to the left, the sea washing our deck) which makes doing anything at all hazardous and tricky. Even the kettle was on the floor, and I had a splitting headache! A toxic combination as I really dislike any sailing that involves needing to strap onto the boat but sometimes it just is like that. Definitely a 'Should have gone on a Mark Warner holiday' meltdown moment.
Our next stop at Rosala was pretty much the equivalent of a motorway service station but it was relief to me that, with very little wind the next day, we were motoring, not sailing and more or less upright. Five hours later we arrived on the Finish mainland at the charming seaside town of Hanko, where we decided to stay for a couple of days. I could get the train from there to Helsinki and I was pretty much at the end of my boat tolerance. Time now to relax and enjoy a final weekend in Scandinavia.
|Mind the gap!|
|Rocks, Hanko, Finland|
|View from the Water Tower - Villa Park|
|View of Hanko, Finland|
Addendum. We were sailing in Scandinavia in July and early August. Although the summer days are long it quickly becomes cold after mid-August and most boats are tucked away by then. It was already cold at night when I left at the end of July and we were glad of hot water bottles and duvets!