We had a slow but very relaxed sail downwind from Samsø to the island/peninsula of Æbelø. We were goosewinged and running dead downwind for most of the day, in light winds, mostly with Fred the autopilot steering.
Æbelø is just about an island, but is joined to the shore by a thin bit of low lying land which you can apparently walk/wade along depending on the water level. The anchorage was very scenic, and there were about five other yachts spread out along a mile or two of the shoreline so it didn’t feel crowded.
We inflated our canoe and went ashore. The island seems mostly uninhabited, though there are a couple of houses. There are twenty-foot high mud cliffs behind most of the beaches, then a lot of beech forest and some open areas grazed by deer. Skip enjoyed playing on the beach as usual, but was far too interested in the deer to be allowed off his lead anywhere else on the island.
I carefully prevented Skip from swimming because we were about to go back to Lizzie to sleep and I didn’t want a wet dog trying to climb into my bed all night. Unfortunately, Skip got a bit enthusiastic when climbing back on board Lizzie and jumped prematurely, ending up in the classic “front paws on yacht, back paws on rapidly-moving-away-canoe” position (we’ve all been there).
As the gap widened, Skip couldn’t stretch enough and disappeared with a splash. After what seemed like ages, he he resurfaced and I dragged him back into the canoe by his harness. We managed to get him warm and approximately dry before bedtime, and luckily this doesn’t seem to have put him off either canoeing or swimming.