Forced pit-stop in Hudiksvall

Well, after a nice start, the day as far as sailing is concerned came to an abrupt end when after tacking to port, I saw something strange with the mast. It was bending… After a second of being puzzled, I saw that the shroud was not in the spreader any more… So I quickly took down the sails, started the engine, contacted some seasoned sailors for advice and looked for a place where I could hope for a crane to fix this. Hudiksvall it was, but that was still nearly 19 NM away. Nearly 5 hours of engine later, I managed to reach it and to find a kind person to lift me up with a crane to take the measurements of the broken piece so the Swedish supplier can fix it for me on Monday.

I went through a lot of states during these 5 hours… rage, frustration, anger, crying and despair, acceptance and I wrapped up with some crochet.

Now all is rather well… the boat is safely moored, I can wait here for the broken/missing piece… It will give me time to explore a bit around.