The anchor came up with a solid plug of mud which is always most reassuring. The wind had gone around and we chugged into it under motor until we had cleared the skerries at the entrance of the fjord. As we did so a Danish Naval patrol vessel approached from the south and dithered around in, what appeared to be, a shallow and rock strewn area.
Once clear of the rocks we turned south, put up the genoa and shot off at 7+ knots . Blue sky, blue sea ruffled by a cold northerly wind and a light scattering of icebergs. Shimshal powered along with a gentle roll from the quartering seas.
To make the day still more perfect Sally doesn't have a hint of sea sickness and is happily bobbing between galley and growler watch.