After a few days and nights in Stockholm, it was time to move on. One problem, though: ou
After having looked at all the charts and flipped through the harbor guide for the tenth time, I got an idea.
“Hey, it doesn’t really matter where we go,” I said to Charlotte. “Let’s just find a place with warm water so that the kids can swim!”
This was one thing we were a bit embarrassed about. None of the children knew how to swim yet. J and O had been to a few swimming classes, but they still needed floatation aids to stay on the surface.
Anyway, the first part of our vacation had been quite cold and rainy, with water temperatures as low as 14 degrees (℃), so not very tempting to jump in. Now, finally, the sun had been shining for a few days, so there was some hope that we would be able to find a bit warmer water, somewhere.
On our way in, we hadn’t really been able to appreciate the archipelago scenery because of the thick rain. And the thunder and lightning, and being a bit tired and just wanting to get there instead of being on our way.
But beautiful it was! And warm. So warm that I got a message from my mobile phone that I had never seen before.
The sea water, on the other hand, wasn’t very warm. Just between 16 – 18 degrees (℃), so not really what we were looking for.
We were hopeful, though, since on the
The first anchorage, just to the north of Kalvholmen, was a bit too crowded and the water was still just a bit over 18 degrees, so not that inviting.
The second anchorage, though, to the south of Kalvholmen, was exactly what we were looking for!
It was a bit tight though, we thought, with a few boats surrounding us in quite a narrow channel. And that was before three additional boats arrived! Then it got very tight.
But never mind. The water was now just a tad over 19 degrees, so off with the clothes, on with the swimming trunks and into the water!
“Hey, can you inflate the flamingo,” Charlotte asked, and giggled to me.
Dinghy, Flamingo and a Lot of Fun
So, the water eventually went up to 21 degrees, but there
J was the bravest, immediately jumping in (with a buoyancy jacket) and splashing around for quite a while. The others tried their best, going down the ladder from the aft bathing platform, but it wasn’t that easy. The water wasn’t that warm, and letting go of the ladder to be partly swallowed by the chilly and wet— a bit too scary, yet.
All good, though, I thought to myself. They just needed more time and opportunities, and that was exactly what our trip was all about.