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Wednesday, 3 August 2016
Idyllic anchorage but with a rock hard bottom -Harefjord 70 57N 28 06W
We retreated and put out the dinghy and sounder to avoid a repeat but still managed to find some alarming shallows. Thin mud didn't give us the holding we needed but, at the third attempt, the anchor dug in hard. We then had to shorten the chain as we found yet more underwater granite within swinging range.
That drama is now over and we are enjoying a splendid sunny evening on the boat whilst Rod and Denzil wander around ashore. Mirror calm with red mountains in the evening sun and with the, now familiar, glistening icebergs casually littering the fjord around us. A seal kept a respectful distance as he swam around the bow of the boat and earlier we saw musk ox high on the hills as we approached. Every now and again an explosive crack punctuates the tranquil evening as an iceberg splits off another chunk of ice.
We are now about as remote as we can be tucked in Harefjord to the north west of Milneland a very long way (140 miles) from the open sea. Not the place to go aground!