Today I set out with my friend Mari for our traditional spring lunch at the pub on Storholmen. It was a warm, sunny day with light winds, but enough to get us there without motoring all the way. However, as we arrived, disaster struck. The pub was closed. And not only closed, but completely deserted, shackled up, shut down. Crunched by the credits, supposedly.
And we had no beer, no sandwiches, only water, coffee and the emergency rations. Mari also doesn't eat meat, so most of the pea soup and corned beef based things could not be served. Fortunately, there was beans, and there was tuna.
After our makeshift meal, we explored the surroundings. I had moored the boat in a cove opposite of Storholmen, a place I never visited before. There were several other boats there, it being Saturday, and also a group of sea scouts who had arrived by dinghy.
There were lots of green things, nice nature things, and some less nice things, mostlyt murder ants.
After having talked to a guy with a broken jetski who had been towed into the cove and abandoned there by someone who probably wanted to keep the channel clear from obstacles, we had coffee and then sailed home in almost no wind, motoring the last half an hour. It was still a very nice day. Oh, and the jetski guy did get help from another mobo, they passed us later with his contraption in tow.