Kangaatsiaq to Faeringe Nordhavn
Tucked in behind the rock armoured mole we swung gently at anchor for a most pleasant evening. Fishing boats zoomed past us to unload at the wooden quay a few metres from us. Hardy fisherman, undeterred by cold, came and went in open boats until way after midnight. A Danish military patrol vessel anchored half a mile away.
A light southerly breeze filled in overnight and when we left on Tuesday morning we were motoring into it. Although from the south the wind was as cold as ever. But the sky was blue and the sea was sparkling in the morning sun. The low headlands that we threaded our way between were still daubed with patches of snow and the shores were littered with grounded icebergs.
After lunch the inner lead widened, the tide turned against us and, what wind there was, was against us. We pitched into the seas and Sally disappeared below so emerge once in the shelter of Faeringe Nordhavn.
The fog has not yet advanced up the fjord so we emerged near the anchorage into sunshine and flat seas. We anchored in sand in a bay on the SE side of the island and it wasn't long before the fog rolled in and the heater went on.