The stop in Malmö became longer than expected, it took eight days before my gennaker arrived. But Malmö is a very nice city, with a more continental vibe than the rest of Sweden. A bit like Copenhagen and Amsterdam maybe. And like these cities it is a paradise for bikers, dedicated bike lanes all over the place. So it was a lot of biking for me these days, and also a lot of socializing with my daughters Hilla and Agnes, and little grandchild Michel, one year now and very close to take his first steps. His father Martin is Belgian-French, hence the name. And like always when I am here, we spend a lot of time in the big beautiful parks. Malmö is called The City of Parks, a name it really deserves.

But marina fees are a bit stiff here, at least for Swedish standards, and no anchorages other than in very settled weather, so when the gennaker arrived it was time to move on. Agnes decided to come with me the first day, a short trip to the old and small fishing port Gislövs läge. Not so many fishermen here nowadays, it has become an idyllic suburb of nearby city Trelleborg instead.

We had to go for the engine down to Falsterbo canal, which is not a real canal, but a dug out shortcut through the peninsula that lets you save some hours. If you are in time for the every second hour bridge opening. Which we were not, we missed it with 10 minutes. But at noon we were on our way again, now for sail in a gentle breeze on the beam. Agnes got a bit better view of the cruising life than the week before when I took her and Hilla out for some (what I thought) fun fast sailing in strong winds on the Sound. Not that much appreciated I'm afraid. With the boat heeling 25 degrees the girls got a bit upset, and I had to take in some canvas to calm things down.