With Fi heading off for a warm up race and then the notorious Fastnet, Bernie and I set about sniffing our way around Brønnøysund and then Trondheim.

Bernie watched Fi disappear into the airport terminal and was convinced we shouldn’t leave without her.
We amused ourselves with goings on in the harbour. These people were loading enough food on their tiny boat for an Atlantic crossing.
In Norway, if you climb a hill you will likely find a WW2 gun emplacement. The Germans invested a lot of resources into coastal defenses and much of it is surprisingly intact. Sure enough…
There was a spotlight that looked like it just needed a new bulb but we didn’t understand enough German to get the generator going.
This hole led to more underground rooms and fortifications
The flowers exploded into the short summer season
Bernie was wary, then suspicious and eventually curious of the hundreds of automatic lawn mowers. One drove straight up to the path we were on, received an appropriate barking, turned around and headed back to its hutch.
The race had started and we were glued to our screen following commander Bernard, following the fleet across the channel
Right in the middle of Brønnøysund there was one plot with no automatic lawn mower
One day I announced that Fi would be returning soon, and we could tell here all about our vet visit and upcoming operation.
And we were soon on the move again to get to Trondheim, the airport for the next race and the location for Bernie’s little op.
After a sporty sail down the coast we stayed at Leka, a small Island for the night.
Outside Trondheim we spotted some traditional sailing craft like the one we saw in Brønnøysund.
A line of thunderstorms welcomed us to Trondheim. We didn’t get hit by lightening but the atmospheric conditions played with the wind instruments that showed over 80 knts wind speed, with no actual wind.
Trondheim is an attractive town with many older buildings. Bernie and I set about sniffing every inch of the city.
They have erected a statue of a man easting an ice cream to distract the seagulls from the real thing below. We need one of these at Manly beach in Sydney.
Trondheim uses the full Norwegian colour palette
Whilst Bernie had a big sleep they chopped a lump out of his leg. It later turned out to be benign.
Bernie woke up with a cone on his head. He soon figured out that if he charged around the boat thrashing his head around, everyone got out of his way.
We found the river in Trondheim that sweeps through parks and old buildings.
He loved his cone…
We moved to a new harbour in the centre of Trondheim in anticipation of international guests arriving.
The world watched as Emma closed in on the legendary Fastnet rock
Bernie went back to the vet to get his stitches removed. He was so excited to come home with a bigger cone!
The music museum and more importantly the waffle stall were at the end of the dock.
This is the oldest commercial steam vessel in Norway and does tourist trips on the fjord.
We found a cannon that was so poorly designed it needed extra legs so it didn’t overbalance.
Eventually it was time for our triumphant Fastnet warrior to return. Would she understand I had been to Hell and back to bring her home?
A sauna is the best welcome home!
And a trip up the mast to dry off…

After a month in harbour it was time to cross the sea to a new country.