A nice cruise split more or less evenly between motorsailing in light airs, and goosewinging on a run towards Klintholm ( 54:57.30N, 012:28.00E ). Our porpoise friends made a return visit for a short while, and we had a very comfortable trip with plenty of sunshine.
The learning experience continues, with Paul spotting that our light alloy pole was in danger of getting sawn in half as it rubbed on a steel shroud as we sailed with the genoa winged out. This resulted in a hasty end to goosewinging the genoa and trying to work out what was going wrong. It turned out that I had not attached a spare halyard to act as the pole uphaul, causing it to slide down the genoa sheet....live and learn !
We found Klintholm easily, and prepared for arrival, complimenting ourselves on how quickly we had become experts at mooring bows on to a pontoon , secured to the evil pile mooring posts astern. We had all the right ropes ready in all the right places for this evil process, and entered the harbour......to find our home was to be alongside a pontoon in the normal UK fashion. Our joy over such a simple manoeuvre was tempered by the fact that we had all the wrong lines and fenders in all the wrong places. Much motoring around in tight circles whilst we got sorted out, then a simple alongside mooring, with some other friendly Cruising Association Brits taking our lines.
Then began our relationship with the John Cleese of Danish Harbour masters. Much waving and shouting from the harbour master outside his office across the water. We finally deduced that he wanted us on the other side of the pontoon...great opportunity for more close quarters motoring around and for Paul to fully appreciate setting lines up for the third time. Once safely moored we found that few of the power sockets worked, and the harbour master got seriously ticked off as he tried various 'kaput' sockets, until finally using one that seemed to be sparking at the slightest knock, and I sense he thought that I should have known all along that only 20% of the terminals would be in working order, as he stormed off with more arm waving.
Quite a lively night with a strong wind blowing, particularly since we were now on a windward pontoon, being blown against the pontoon. Klintholm is basically at the end of nowhere, so we clearly needed to escape, and the next day brought sunshine but continuing F 5 to 6, still blowing us onto the pontoon. The sea looked fairly evil in the shallows outside the harbour entrance, with a big swell and breaking waves over the small breakwater. We watched one converted trawler set out, only to return with 10 minutes, so we sat tight until almost midday, when , as the forecast had indicated, the wind moderated and we set off.