Midsummer’s Eve

“Well, this is actually quite a nice place to spend Midsummer!” Charlotte said and smiled at me.

We were anchored in a small bay on the north shore of Nagu. Around us a few summer cottages, some gray rocks rising out of the sea, an old deteriorating boatshed, four-meter deep water and a healthy amount of reeds. It really was quite nice and peaceful.

(Ok, we ourselves were the small exception to the peace. Our boat has speakers in the cockpit and we had some great fun partying and dancing there with the kids! Our favorite tune: Getaway with Blacknuss and Norrbotten Big Band.)

Fumble of the Day

Our fumble of the day was dropping a fender in the water while lowering the anchor. A nice Polish fisherman nearby came to our rescue, though, and brought it back to us.

“Na zdrowie!” he said cheerfully, spreading his hands, after I had thanked him so very much, in Finnish (which I assume he didn’t understand at all).

A Genie Message in a Bottle!

“What’s that in the water?” I shouted to Charlotte.

This was earlier in the day when we were still sailing. There was something small floating there, that didn’t look like the normal kelp.

“It’s a bottle!” M shouted. “And it looks like there’s paper in it! It’s a message in a bottle, it’s a message in a bottle!”

And it sure looked like that. After some skillful maneuvering (note to the ship passing by: yes, we were going backward with hoisted sails!), Charlotte picked up the bottle.

It was, indeed, a message in a bottle! Three children had sent it just a day earlier (sorry for finding it so soon!). They asked the potential finder to send a picture back to them and tell them where it was found.

That we did. And later we threw the bottle back in the sea, wishing it farewell and bon voyage to some more exotic destination than about a mile from where it was originally sent 😊👋

The Mosquito and his Friend

We had a nice day and a nice evening. Going to sleep, though, was even more difficult than the day before.

At a bit before midnight, both girls were screaming their lungs out because they had heard mosquitos in their cabin.

Mosquitos in Finland aren’t dangerous, they are just annoying. Nobody likes them, but the girls were hysterically afraid of them.

So, Charlotte went on a mosquito hunt. A few minutes later the mosquito and his friend, along with a few relatives were no more.

She went back to M and little L’s cabin. “I have this magical spray,” she calmly told them. “And when I spray it, they won’t come back,” she said.

(I thought she was trying to trick them by spraying sunscreen, but it actually was some sort of mosquito repellent. Bravo!)

A while later they were sleeping soundly.

Happy Midsummer!

During the evening we got some pictures from our friends, being out celebrating. I don’t remember if we sent any back, but here is one now. Happy Midsummer, all!