At 0700 on a wet morning in Qaqortoq we got our lines that rafted us to Alchemy and slipped out of the harbour. Alchemy had a rendezvous to make with a flight so was heading 50 miles up a fjord to Narsarsuaq. We, on the the other hand, had a lot of miles to do to reach Aasiaat - our chosen port to over winter ashore - and were anxious to get going.
The drizzle came and went but the fog stayed away as we pointed west to enter the complex web of passages that led us to Mato Lob.
In one such passage, maybe 50m wide, a sea eagle was being mobbed by a gull. Eventually evading it's tormentor it spotted a fish breaking the surface 20m from Shimshal. It swooped but did not strike. Instead, on giant wings, it heaved itself aloft to try again in a more lonely spot. A majestic sight.
With virtually no wind the low cloud clung to the tops as we wove our way between islands and islets. A large and very smart fishing boat steamed past us going south. He waved enthusiastically as we crossed.
In a long straight section and in perfectly flat calm conditions a brace of speed boats hurtled past on their way south. We plodded on northwards at a much more stately 5 - 6 knots.
In the early evening we nosed into a small bay on the south side of the channel and anchored securely in 12m. We had arrived at Bangs Havn where we settled down for the night. Two dinghy trips ashore with a 60 litre barrel enabled us to fill up our water tanks from a gushing stream. We winched the full barrel onto the deck and siphoned the water into the tanks.
More passage planning followed and Heather managed to conjure up another fine offering from the galley. Steak and curly french fries with pepper sauce.
