With reasonable weather today, but strong winds forecast at the weekend, we decided to keep moving on. We left Sandsøya just before 9am and motored and motored and ….. The wind simply didn’t oblige, rarely getting above 5 knots in

The Stad: serene or savage?
The Stad (sometimes written as Stadt, Statt, or Statlandet) is a headland between the cities of Bergen (to the south) and Ålesund and is an unavoidable obstacle when heading north or south on the Norwegian coast. It is a 500 metre high

Meandering to Måløy
Another day, another early start …. heading closer to the Statt. We had a couple of options to position ourselves ready to go round the Statt, but in the end decided on Måløy. On advice from a local we routed

Fathoming out Florø
A moderate start this morning at 7am to head another 45 miles or so north up to Florø. We are now starting to look ahead to try and find a suitable gap for rounding the Statt headland. This headland has

Shuffling to Skjerjehamn
After a very pleasant day in Bergen, we decided, with a reasonable forecast to try and get some further miles north done, so we headed off once again at 4am. The early hour was partly as we had a fair

Bimbling to Bergen
We waited one more day in Haugesund. This was mainly through necessity (strong northerly winds!) but also enabled a continuation of the sociological study of homelessness in Norway which we had been undertaking, being moored close to the home for

Unique Utsira
Viking, North Utsire, South Utsire – Northwesterly 2 to 4, backing southerly 4 to 6. Slight or moderate. Showers. Good. This is the shipping forecast issued by the Met Office for today. Such familiar, poetic and generally sonorous words, yet

Hurtling to Haugesund
With southerlies winds forecast and us wanting to go north, there was little debate about heading off. To have the wind aft of the beam for once was such a novelty, we grabbed it and headed off first thing in

Shuffling to Stavanger
After an entertaining evening on the jetty at Flørli, we headed off the next morning to check out Stavanger. The wind, not surprisingly had gone round one hundred and eighty degrees, so we had to motor back down the Lysefjord

Flirting with Flørli
The weather followed its usual pattern when we were in Tananger, which basically meant staying for a day while another band of strong winds blew through. With 30 knots over the deck in the harbour, this proved a good decision.