Litlmolle to ulvøya
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Exploration was the purpose of today. A gentle motor to Gulvika, in a very light breeze and under a steel sky. For the first time cloud cover muted the colour tones of cliff and vegetation and there was the merest hint of being north of the Arctic Circle. But by the time we arrived the sun was beginning to break through and for those who were hiking towards the summit of gulvika, there was the feeling of having overdressed for the effort.
The plant life was intriguing. Ground cover was complete, eight eighths. Northern Norway is a secret gem of a place. For plant life to be this abundant, the summer months must be warm. The only indication of the struggle of the winter season being the dwarf height of the plants. Wild blueberries growing not more than 5 centimetre above the ground, crowded with wild flowers, ferns and delicate grasses. An occasional grove of pine but far more low growing birch and beech. And hugging the rock ledges, a thick blanket of moss that drapes the rock as fudge icing sets around the rim of a cake.
The sea water is completely clear – dark only because the depth absorbs all the light. In shallower waters with a sand bottom, the water is turquoise. This has been driving me crazy. The water is beautiful and I need to be in it. Today was a red letter day for me. The walk finished – and just a little ahead of the others – I was in the water before the crew had mustered. It was divine. Soft and cool and wide and calm. Sarah joined me.
The afternoon was organised around a sail to Trollfjiorden. And every passage of sail is organised around another point of instruction. Patrick and Alex explain with enthusiasm whatever else it is we might need to know for the passage from Norway to Iceland. Today, polling out Yankee 1. Not that there was much wind at the time. Seagulls gathered around the boat – resting on the water – waiting. What they saw was a lot of purposeful movement and directed energy on board a stationary vessel. They must have figured we were bringing in the catch.
We anchored for the night in the centre of a deep inlet near to the entrance to Trollfjorden, overlooking steep green and snow peaked mountains on one side, with a ferry and a fish farm on the other side of the channel. The wind has dropped and the clouds are coming in, blanketing us for the night. But the winds, I gather, are building for our passage southwest……….
Signing off, Emma on Bluejay