Fog and fishingThis morning was particularly beautiful and calm. There was a thick and misty blanket of fog that hung over the area in the morning.
The temperature was warm enough to be out comfortably in a t-shirt and shorts, and the near absence of wind added to the silence of the moment, as the leaves of the trees did not rustle either.
The only boats out on the water were those that absolutely needed to be there (Silverpilen), and so there was not even the sound of waves lapping upon the shore. In fact, it was a time to listen to the seagulls, the ducks, and the many other species that were singing, but which I am not a not able to identify to my great regret.
I decided to benefit from this to give fishing another go, this time all by my lonesome. Unfortunately, I ended up empty handed, though as I only gave myself an hour to the task, I would like to think that had I spent more time, I would have caught something.
At one point the fog lifted, and I headed out in the boat a bit, to try my luck at a different part of the bay. I must say how amazed I was to see that sea navigation up here in Sweden is similar to that of lakes, since the lack of tides means that there are little, if any real currents involved (unlike in the Northern coast of France, with 18 meters of tide, or in the Bay of Quiberon, which sees currents of up to 10 knots)! When I stopped the boat, it stayed where it was, only drifting from its original position because of the wind that softly started to blow.
Mystery of the lost duck
On my way back from the Childrens' beach (where I eventually headed to after fishing, and spent the evening), and as I was leaving the boat to step onto the dock, I was hailed from a woman in a similar motor boat.
As it turns out, she was looking for a duck.
Now, I must underline here, that there are many ducks about here, and there is a flock of 22 that seem to spend their time going up and down the Northeastern coast of Utö. So I was unsure if I heard her correctly. She lost a duck?
As the story goes, this duck is not such a good swimmer as the others, and the very pleasant woman with whom I was engaged in this surreal conversation, had informed me that someone saw it over by these docks earlier in the day. As chance would have it, so did I, and I managed to take a photo of the savage beast while it slept.
The woman (who I can only imagine is some sort of bird caretaker??) seemed relieved when I confirmed this sighting, and she went off to the duck's home (I did not know that they had homes!) to see if perhaps it managed to swim home.
As I walked back up the path leading to Mariehäll, I heard a cacophony of quacks, and I turned around to see in the distance that the woman and her boat were across the bay, and apparently in dialogue concerning a certain lost duck.
I decided to benefit from this to give fishing another go, this time all by my lonesome. Unfortunately, I ended up empty handed, though as I only gave myself an hour to the task, I would like to think that had I spent more time, I would have caught something.
At one point the fog lifted, and I headed out in the boat a bit, to try my luck at a different part of the bay. I must say how amazed I was to see that sea navigation up here in Sweden is similar to that of lakes, since the lack of tides means that there are little, if any real currents involved (unlike in the Northern coast of France, with 18 meters of tide, or in the Bay of Quiberon, which sees currents of up to 10 knots)! When I stopped the boat, it stayed where it was, only drifting from its original position because of the wind that softly started to blow.
Mystery of the lost duck
On my way back from the Childrens' beach (where I eventually headed to after fishing, and spent the evening), and as I was leaving the boat to step onto the dock, I was hailed from a woman in a similar motor boat.
As it turns out, she was looking for a duck.
Now, I must underline here, that there are many ducks about here, and there is a flock of 22 that seem to spend their time going up and down the Northeastern coast of Utö. So I was unsure if I heard her correctly. She lost a duck?
As the story goes, this duck is not such a good swimmer as the others, and the very pleasant woman with whom I was engaged in this surreal conversation, had informed me that someone saw it over by these docks earlier in the day. As chance would have it, so did I, and I managed to take a photo of the savage beast while it slept.
The woman (who I can only imagine is some sort of bird caretaker??) seemed relieved when I confirmed this sighting, and she went off to the duck's home (I did not know that they had homes!) to see if perhaps it managed to swim home.
As I walked back up the path leading to Mariehäll, I heard a cacophony of quacks, and I turned around to see in the distance that the woman and her boat were across the bay, and apparently in dialogue concerning a certain lost duck.
