Leaving dry land

This will be our last night in the most excellent apartment in Susan's Ole Schoolhus in the hamlet of Gammendorf. It's a perfect country setting as an alternative to a hard day in the boatyard. We will be coming here again.

Opposite the house is a heavily be-frogged pond which provides the most amazing chorus of croaking morn and night. An attempt has been made to attach an audio file. If it works this might be a whole new thing.

Sirena IV is now in the marina near the yard and today's main tasks were oil changes (old hands at this) and reconnecting the mast electrics (first time). All went ok though the mast stuff needed some cut & thrust.

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