Carra Tidings

Roz and Tom on Constance and our last early start

After 2 days chilling it was time to leave, we said goodbye to Roz and Tom as from here we would be going our separate ways. Tom had warned us about a current than ran between the 2 islands. So we left with them at 0530 to get it at its strongest, and were surprised to be racing along with 1.9 knot of current. We had also been aware of the harbour of Carra position relative to the fixed staging moved – yes I remember what that is called now – tides….albeit only 30cm – we just hadn’t see tides for 8 years!

The Danish landscape here was low lying, agricultural, very different to the Swedish landscape we had grown accustomed to. We sped under 2 long bridges – one of which warned about lumps of concrete likely to fall on you if you didn’t go through the correct span….. reassuring to see that they were building a new one!

Femo Church

The figures in the trees

Our next port of call was  the tiny (6 sq miles)  island of Femø, with its small harbour which we just managed to find a spot in.

We had  picked it purely on account of it breaking the journey to Omø which had been recommended to us. Only to find when we got there, that  for 8 weeks of every summer, it is the Lesbian capital of Denmark. I guess the clue was in the name. Though the camp had ended 3 days before our arrival and there was little to suggest it had ever been there, so we were still “the only gays in the harbour”

The next day we explored the island on our bikes. Gardens were bursting with fruiting trees of former orchards, there was a beautiful church.  There was a strong sense of community here – a large open shelter with wood working and craft tools,  painted benches  everywhere and  there were 2 roads where strange figures lived in the nooks and crannies of the tree that lined roads. They had a great café, run by an Irish lady, who made great soda bread.

Omo

A cracking sail up to Omø, surprisingly we could sail close to the wind all the way up a narrow channel towards the Island. The sunny weather had managed to hold for more than 2 days – so this really was summer. We got the bikes out and explored the even smaller island – less than 2 sq miles. In the church on Omø there was beautifully tended grave for a British Airman from WW2 – very sad, he was only 19 years old.