I became very good friends with the cat that lived at Isabella’s B&B where I stayed. The cat was 4 years old, Isabella had adopted him 6 months ago. The previous owner treated the cat badly and even didn’t give him a name. Isabella waited with the naming, she wanted to see the cat’s character and to call him something meaningful.
The cat and I, we had a wonderful mutual connection. He came to say goodbye to me when I was leaving Sälvik.
The weather wasn’t good in Skåne anyway, but it was warm and sunny in Fjällbacka. So I decided to go on top of Vetteberget, a 74-metre high mountain by the side of Fjällbacka.
The Vetteberget cosists of two parts: the large Stora Vetteberget and the small Lilla Vetteberget. The two parts of the rock massif are separated by the deep and 200 meter long crevice Kungsklyftan:
This place was actually called Ramneklovan, but since a visit by the Swedish King Oscar II in 1887, when the monarch immortalised his name sign in the rock (most likely not by himself!) at the northern entrance to the narrow gorge, it has been called Kungsklyftan (The King’s Crevice).
A wooden staircase leads to the top, offering spectacular views:
Standing on top of the Vetteberget, you have the whole Fjällbacka archipelago at your feet, with hundreds of islands and skerries.
The name Vetteberget means “the beacon mountain”. There are many mountains in Sweden with similar names, usually situated along the coast at a distance of around 10-12 km away from each other. The beacons were used to send messages along the coast, especially in time of war.
The small island down below is a hostel. I wanted to stay there, but waited for the ever changing weather forecasts till the last moment, and everything was sold out.
I biked to the Fjällbacka airport, where my OY-9797 was waiting for me:
It was raining a little, and I waited till it would go away. A flight over Fjällbacka (Vetteberget is on the right) is always breathtaking:
The village of Sälvik, where I stayed. The bay where I was swimming every evening. The cliff I watched the sunsets from:
When I flew to Fjällbacka a couple of days earlier, I had a headwind and therefore used more fuel than expected. I needed to refuel, and made an agreement with the Öresten flying club where they had UL91 fuel.
In Öresten, I was welcomed in by a beautiful couple – Ingali and Henrik. They worked whole day on the airfield, cutting grass, cleaning equipment, and so on. Henrik owned this gorgeous FUJI aeroplane. He told me, it was custom built as #3 by the factory:
In the club house, a funny sign attracted my attention:
It read “We are looking for 2 cashiers – the previous one, and a new one!” 🙂
In Skåne, it was still raining, and I waited in the Öresten club house for an hour or more, before the rain moved east:
The Aviator and The Blue Bear were so happy to have their seat for themselves:
I flew to Höganäs where I was going to have a small break:
The Halmstad airport was closed, and I used the chance to fly over the Halmstad town in the airport control zone. I cannot believe it is still on my wishlist:
Nice beches and dunes along the Sweden’s west coast:
In Höganäs, Sebastian’s Piper Tripacer was still there:
In the club house, freshly cooked pasta bolognese was served:
I was offered several times, but exercised my strong will (I’m very proud 🙂 ) and thanked “no”. I knew, I would have otherwise eaten too much! (it could affect my waistline!!!)
I soon took off again, and flying over Denmark, saw 3 hot air balloons. One of them, the most colourful, a kind of #freetobeme style:
At home, in Holbæk flying club, Vagn had just landed before me. I welcomed him with a bottle of beer 🙂
It was getting dark quickly, I only managed to do the paper work, no cleaning this time.
Vagn and I had a cup of tea and an ice-cream in our club house, before we drove home.
Quite long flying day was behind me, and a very nice one.