July 28, 2004
the morning sun is looking down at our barometer
the water, still sleeping under its blanket of fog
a skarv drying his wings
morning walk across to Hafstensund
Martina getting her bearings
vacation is never about running around doing things
Lunch! Even fried leftovers taste divine in the right setting.
Malin crossing three inches of still water
We set sail and head straight east, towards Grebbestad.
Warm sun usually leads to less winds. And very laid-back sailing.
The winds give up after a while, and I find myself up front with an apple, gliding past hundreds of islands...
Ansi ready to jump
we manage to sneak all three boats into the corner
Voilá - a prime party spot
Peter & Malin [soon-to-be-three] comes to visit!
Per presents tonight's menu: A feast on shrimp and aioli, with white wine.
Per, Ansi, Martina, Johanna, Malin, Martin, Linda, Per, the birthday hunk
Peter, Malin, Martin, Malin
It turns out it's my birthday...! A cozy sweater, whiskey, and a good cigar.
Sometime after midnight, we climb out of our boats for some good ol' dance grooves.
Eh?
Oh.
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