After an uneventful night in Sweden we woke at 6am to make the most of the forecast southerly wind. There wasn’t much of it as we left Höganäs, so after some attempts at sailing we gave up and motored out across the shipping lanes.
There were quite a few ships in the Øresund, travelling in both directions (in separate lanes) and at different speeds, and we had to pick our way carefully between them all.
After we had safely made it across to the Danish side, Catherine went back to bed for a snooze while I imagined that I was singlehanding.
The wind picked up to a perfect force 3 reach, and the coast just to our south sheltered us from waves. I stopped the engine, lashed the tiller and went below to put the kettle on.
Lizzie sails herself in these conditions, so we trundled along for the next few hours while Catherine slept and I watched for ships, adjusted the sails and played with the dog.
I had diligently checked the navigation warnings the previous night and discovered that there was a military exercise taking place in the area which we were planning to sail to. It wasn’t clear whether the whole area was actually closed, but anyway it was due to finish by 2pm.
We were overtaken by a small warship, and as we approached the area they were parked at the corner of it and we passed close by them. A military helicopter was buzzing around and two RIBs full of marines went past. We heard fast jets in the distance.
A few other yachts were around and nobody told us off, so we headed on towards the military area, which due to my amazing planning (luck) we entered at five minutes past two, just after their exercise had ended.
Catherine had woken up by this point, so we had some second lunch and I experimented with our electric auto-pilot (“Fred”) which we haven’t used much on this trip. He worked well, so I continued pretending to single-hand all the way to the harbour entrance, with Fred steering most of it. The wind had picked up, so we did most of the last few hours at 5+ knots, which is fast for Lizzie.
I started the motor and lowered the sails, then with my crew on duty again we executed a perfect box-berthing manoeuvre in Odden Havn.
The Sjaellands Odde is a thin peninsula sticking out of the top of the island that Copenhagen is on. There are lots of holiday houses here, and lots of nice coastline, and not much else.