In the morning, I remembered why I haven't used the bivi for a long while. It is rather constricting and the insulation provided by a sleeping bag is ruined when it is squeezed against the side of the bivi bag. I slept well despite the bivi bag, the rain and the snow. An early night meant that I woke up just as it started to get light:
An ideal campsite was just a couple of kilometres down the coast - I'll remember it for next time:
There was a particularly fine example of the devices that seem to be used for bringing boats into their moorings:
My attempts to get further inland, with the target of getting to Lillesand, were thwarted by ice:
I tried another channel. More ice:
I decided to head back to Grimstad, not realising that the correct channel for Lillesand was actually a bit further on. I didn't have a map or chart with me, so I was doing my best from memory.One of the great things about going out without any map or chart is that everything feels like exploration. Some islands turn out to be groups of islands, with small channels running through. At other times, two islands turn out to be connected and there is no way through:
The lighthouse in the main channel to Grimstad meant that I was nearly back:
Eventually, the finishing point loomed out of the murk:
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