In the evening, the bay belongs to us alone again. Heavenly calm replaces the afternoon bustle. Sunsets in the skerries are reason enough to start sailing in the first place.

A great southerly wind. Of course I use it to cover some miles.

After a good twenty nautical miles, I sail across the border into Norway.

Finally, I am back in the promised land. I wonder if it missed me as much as I missed it?