What’SUP Leuwarden?

Canals: Day 1

At Delzjil we moored in the marina and walked into town for a well-deserved cafe lunch.  After buying more petrol we locked into the canal system and spent a relaxing afternoon motoring along the nearly-deserted canals from Delfzjil to Groningen.  We arrived just as the bridge-keepers were about to finish work so we moored at the “Motor Yacht Club” for the night.

We walked into the town centre and found supper and great ice cream, but got completely soaked by a biblical rain shower just as we were almost back at the boat.

Canals: Day 2

In the morning we trundled through Groningen’s 15 lifting bridges surprisingly smoothly and chugged along the canals all day.  Near Lauwersoog, the canal briefly joins the Lauwersmeer.  This used to be an estuary, but is now dammed off from the sea and is a non-tidal lake.  We arrived down one tributary, turned left and headed up another one.  We were now retracing the route which we had taken last year, which was nice.

We managed an hour or so of actual sailing at this point – the winds were light but it made a lovely change from having the motor on.  We ran aground for a moment on one of the corners of the channel but fortunately managed not to get too stuck.

After locking back into the canal system we went a bit further before mooring at the canal equivalent of a layby for the night because the bridge keepers were about to finish work for the day.  This was a patch of mown grass with mooring bollards, in the middle of nowhere somewhere near “Ee”.   It was very peaceful.

Canals: Day 3

We motored on and on along the canals, through small towns and various lifting bridges.  We stopped in Dokkum for lunch – we had no choice because the bridge keepers were on their lunch break.  After running around trying to moor in the normal mooring slots, we header over to the designated “deep draft yacht” area, not something we normally consider Lizzie to be!

After lunch we pushed on to arrive just outside Leeuwarden just as the ring-road bridge stopped lifting because of the evening rush hour.  We moored up at another layby for a couple of hours until the bridges started working again and then moored up in the park in Leeuwarden very close to our mooring from last year – though this time we managed to choose a spot without any overhanging trees to ensnare the mast, and didn’t run aground.

After a slick mooring operation we headed into town to our favourite restaurant from last year’s visit.  This time the menu was slightly uninspiring but the food itself was really good!

 

Thursday night is party night on the canals of Leuwarden with the locals taking to paddle boards with boom boxes and beer filled tow floats!

The perfect day’s sailing

Every once in a while, the sea gods smile on us and from Langeoog to Borkum we had that rare thing, a perfect day’s sailing – lovely breeze, calm flat sea and plenty of sunshine.  In short; a delight.  We ripped along at 4-5 knots, made the Wester Ems fairway buoy at the ideal time, just as the tide was turning to sweep us up the estuary towards Borkum, and even the  entrance to Borkum harbour was relatively calm (the harbour channel runs perpendicular to the main estuary and the cross tides usually cause havoc with each other).

The normal marina in Burkana haven was full when we arrived at 11pm, but we moored very happily at the alternative establishment on the large jetties in the north of the basin, by the wind turbine transfer boats.  There were some other yachts there but we managed to wedge ourselves in right at the end.  Handily, the harbourmistress for this pontoon was around, otherwise we wouldn’t have known that we were allowed to be there, or that they now have a toilet block!

I spent a worrying minute trying to work out how we were going to moor to this enormous pier intended for ships because the tidal range is reasonably large here and there was a lot of crumbling concrete and rusty metal around.  Luckily I then twigged that the entire jetty is actually an enormous floating pontoon, so would move up and down with the tide, taking us with it.  No complicated mooring arrangements required after all.

Not wanting to push our luck (and mindful of the forecast for westerlies coming) we grabbed a few hours sleep and then set off again, this time for Delfzijl, further up the estuary on the Dutch side.  There we could lock into the canal system and take the standing mast route through to Harlingen in 3 days or so.

Wonderful Spiekeroog and case of the missing Buoy…

From Cuxhaven most larger yachts head straight to either Nordeney or Borkum, missing out the smaller Frisian islands, but it wasn’t a particularly windy day and with Lizzie struggling to maintain more than 3 knots the closer island of of Spiekeroog was a more achievable target for us before the tide turned.  It was also our favourite of all the islands that we visited last year – very much less developed that it’s western neighbours, no cars and the best ice cream shop.  Enough said.

It was with the promise of such delights that at 9pm we approached the fairway of the seagat, only to find, well… nothing!  The channels through the sandbanks of the seagats are known to shift, but usually only the section over the bar itself, and we had a chart update from March so we hadn’t expected the fairway buoy itself to have moved.  Time was of the essence as we didn’t want to be sniffing around close inshore to the banks without lit buoys when it got dark – in about 45 minutes time.   Staying further off rather than risking the shallows we sailed an experimental course to the west, on the hypothesis that the channel might have moved back to an old postion shown on last year’s charts.  The gamble paid off – though it was almost 10pm by the time we arrived at the fairway (several miles from it’s charted position) and the remaining buoys were unlit, so Tom took some hasty bearings to all of the red/green gates we could sea and we turned and raced in with the tide leaving us just off the harbour approch channel by the time proper darkness fell.  This is a narrow mile long dredged channel, marked only with withies, but these have very effective reflective red and green tape on, so a quick flash of a torch is all that’s needed to keep on course.

The harbour itself was a lot less busy in June than it had been in late July last year, and we easily found a berth where Lizzie would sink happily into the soft mud at low water.   We spent a couple of days enjoying Spiekeroog before heading west again, this time inside the island of Langeoog across the drying sands.

Back into the north sea – and the waves

After a relatively smooth transition from Baltic to Canal at the eastern end of the Kiel Ship Canal, the drama quota was provided in full at the western end where we locked down from Brunsbuttel into the infamous river Elbe in a fresh southerly wind.   Wind over tide whipped up a nasty sea in the lock approaches and it was touch and go (and very wet) for a moment or two before crossing to the more sheltered side of the channel, where the waves were a bit smaller and more manageable.

On the plus side with over 3 knots of tide swooshing us down river it was a quick trip to Cuxhaven.  And when we got there we could bail out the errant north sea that had made it’s way onboard.  It had even pentrated one of the cabin top vents over the galley with the result that my stock cubes were now extra salty…  oh well – worse things happen at sea?

Locking up at Holtenau – with a couple of tankers

Kiel (again)

We’re currently moored up on the pontoons next to the big container ship locks at Holtenau, waiting for morning to lock into the Kiel Canal and travel through from the Baltic back to the north sea.

Bit of a mixed trip here, we left Ærø in force 6 winds and had a hard time getting out of the harbour with the waves, yet by the time we got to Kiel tonight it was flat calm and sunny with hardly a breath of wind.  In between we had some fast sailing (good) some bumpy waves (expected) and a lot of fog (less good!) Tom’s electronics wizardry paid off as our new AIS was brilliant showing us where all the massive ships we couldn’t see were.  Usual number of British warships on firing exercises around Kiel.  The sea here must be better to shoot at…

 

First sailing of 2019

On Sunday we had a cracking first sail of the year from the boatyard in Augustenbørg to Søby on the island of Ærø.  It was sunny and lots of wind for the first half of the day so Lizzie barrelled along:

Taken by the lovely skipper of BIRKA who we sailed alongside for a while 🙂

In Søby the harbour was very nice with great facilities as usual but to cap it all the island has a brand new 4MW fully electric ferry!!

Check out the charger:

Back to the Baltic – lots of trains and a great bath!

Tom and I have a month off work (yep we are very jammy) and so we have come back out to our boat Lizzie in Denmark with the aim of sailing her back towards the UK.  We left her snug in a shed in Augustenborg over the winter, and the trip back out here – entirely by public transport –  was quite an adventure in itself.

Glossop – London – Amsterdam – Flensburg – Sønderborg – boat took 3 days, and thanks to the incredible Deutsche Bahn rail app which gives you live updates on all the connections you are definitely going to miss, we only arrived a few hours late, despite lightning strikes, points failures and a major incident which closed all the railway lines into Denmark.  Still the journey wasn’t without high points and it was particularly reassuring to know that sailors aren’t the only ones to suffer from navigational errors; on the approaches to Hamburg station our train went the wrong way out of a set of points and we appeared set to bypass the station all together until the driver presumably noticed the error and reversed! 

The second, more genuine positive was a very pleasant stopover in Amsterdam, where we stayed in the brilliant volkshotel again, who upgraded us to one of their themed rooms – this one had a projector and massive screen so that you could watch films in bed – or even from the bath? (It was a great bath)  I suspect some of the benefit was lost on us, we watched  a documentary on the Barkley marathons and then fell asleep.

Now we’re here we’ve been doing a few jobs – rigging our brand new headsail, installing a new AIS unit and filling up with food, fuel and water before we can set off.   

Lizzie back in the water with her smart new headsail!

 

 

Lizzie gets lifted out

We had decided to leave Lizzie in Denmark over the winter, to give us the option of more baltic sailing another year.   After reading lots of good things about Augustenborg Yacht Harbour from the Cruising Association (who have a brilliant Baltic Layup Directory), we contacted Anders to reserve a spot in one of his sheds.

Now we were finally here we had a busy time getting everything dry and ready to go into winter storage.  The mast had to come off, and so the boom and all sails had to be stored below decks.  The sun finally came out for the last day so Lizzie went into her shed lovely and dry.  Anders and the rest of the boatyard staff were all very jolly and amazingly efficient – we had to head off early the next morning after she was lifted out, but they kindly sent us a picture of “Lizzie in the house” as they termed it(!):

 

Assens to Augustenborg – torn sails, tired sailors

At least it was sunny, eh?  The wind was pretty fresh  – we’d got our smaller (#3) genoa hoisted, and were beating southwards, but we were only an hour out of Assens harbour when I head the grating rip of sail cloth and saw the clew of the genoa ripping away.  Tom rushed to furl it up before any further damage occured, but it looked like it was a simple case of old age, the sail cloth itself was worn through.    Without any foresail Lizzie can’t sail to windward, so we had the choice between hoisting the big #1 genoa – much too large for these conditions – or our storm sail.   We’d only ever used practised using the storm sail once before when we first bought Lizzie 4 years ago, and it hanks on with large loops over a furled genoa, and an annoying shackle at the base that we’ve now vowed to change to a snap!

We carried on tacking, impressed at how well balanced the boat was with such a tiny foresail and full main, but our speed was significantly slower than before.  It was going to be a long day…  The main struggle was with the waves: short and steep, they stopped lizzie dead every minute or so.  It was impossible to know whether to risk the big genoa to give us more power.  In the end, infuriated by the slow progress and uncomfortable motion we lowered the storm jib, and then in a complicated manoeuvre which involved unfurling and lowering the damaged sail we swapped the #3 for the #1 on the roller furler.  All pretty wet work for Tom on the foredeck whilst we plunged and rolled around on the sea 🙁

We were aiming for Als Fjord – about 25 miles to the southwest, specifically Augustenborg at the far end where we were planning to leave Lizzie for the winter, so this was our last big trip.  We had already decided to stop at the northern end of the fjord at a sheltered anchorage called Dyvig.  It was only a day sail from Assens, but we’s begun to wonder if we’d get there in the daylight.  The entrance to Dyvig is unlit and very narrow, so we made sure there was a back up option if we arrived after dark, but with more sail hoisted we made much better progress, and managed to work the wind shifts and currents well to make headway into the wind.  A few squalls as evening came had us reefing both the main and the genoa, but we made it through them intact (just very wet) and turned into the blissful calm of Als Fjord.  What a contrast from outside!

We were able to bear away and reach down the fjord as far as Dyvig – the entrance to which proved to be the highlight of the day – a tiny channel (maybe 10m wide) through into a peaceful lagoon beyond where we gratefully dropped anchor – all under sail with no need for the motor.  We were very grateful for the shelter as the wind gusted strongly all the next day.  Lizzie was very snug so we inflated the kayak and went for a paddle around the lagoon and a nice walk to the nearest town to stock up.

The following day was calmer and we sailed our last leg of the summer down the fjord.  About half way down the fjord divides into the famous Als Sound to Sonderborg, and Augustenborg Fiord, where we were bound.  It was a beautifully sunny day and a nice relaxing sail until a last minute panic by Tom marred the final approach into Augustenborg harbour!

We tied up safely in our last box-berth of the summer and could finally relax… except we had just a couple of days to clean and dry everything ready for winter storage, dismantle the boat ready to go into a shed, and pack all our belongings ready for an epic three-day public transport journey back to the UK.

Samsø

A long sail, and much nail biting whilst trying to avoid ridiculously fast ferries (traveling at 38 knots!) brought us to the island of Samsø.

Nice harbour – but the highlight of the day was a foot long Danish pastry that Tom managed to find on special offer minutes before the supermarket closed.  We demolished it in a single sitting.