Ship - ahoy!

We got curious with Isak when we heard ships and their foghorns from the sea and decided to make trip to the boat harbour of our village. It was a foggy morning and the temperature had gone down five degrees during the night. By bike along the narrow village road it took us only few minutes to cycle there and we were anxious to see some big ships passing through the fairway south.

There was a thick fog to meet us and an empty harbour waiting for the winter. We remembered the lovely summer days running along the wharf and jumping to the warm water, the air was full of laughter and dragonflies. Now it was silent and peaceful.

By the Pellas wharf and our old boat-house we had our small picnic and could see how the eager fishermen from our village were trying their fishing-net.

In the clear water by the shore we noticed some fish jellies slowly floating by - they are harmless but during last summer numerous in our waters. Time stood still when watching their slowly movements.

They cannot survive here because of the winter and ice but will float from south of the Baltic Sea during next summer again.

No passing ship that we could see but these rowing boats in their winter sleep at the beach.