It couldn’t end better

Sometimes a day could not end better. After that long trip up from St Petersburg we have anchored off the densely forested shore in 5 m of water, Blue Dove held steady by a 1 knot current. Maxine has gone to bed and I shall follow shortly.

 

The silence is broken only by bird calls and a soughing wind. The evening sun is warm. I sit in my birthday suit, sipping a glass of fortified mango juice and watch the endless parade of commercial vessels heading from Lake Ladoga down to St Petersburg. It is only 4 pm but after a sleepless night we are both buggered.

Rain and fresh northerlies are forecast so we will stay here tomorrow and laze.

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