Leaving our box in Bagenkop in light winds was easy and caught on camera by Bob Spielberg. We may be in for an Oscar.... The forecast winds did not materialise and 10 hours motor sailing followed. Sue had prepared the navigation and it was uneventful other than the enormous uncharted wind farm that came over the horizon at us. Some observations that I would make... The water here is clear and remarkably free of litter. Even in the harbours, there is no unsightly flotsam to be found. A pleasant change from the Channel There are hardly any fishing buoys to negogiate. There are occasional fishing boats but not as many as in the North Sea. So who said that there are no tides in the Baltic? It is not true. Tides caused by the moon perhaps do not exist but currents there are. We had almost a knot with us as we left Bagenkop but off Gedser we were going against half a knot. Even the locals are unable to predict these currents. Gedser yacht harbour, next to the busy ferry terminal, was empty and we were spoilt for choice as to which box we chose. Our technique is definitely improving. The small town was so quiet. Where were the children? Where were the people in their gardens? Architecture seemed to favour small dormer bungalows made of brick or wood. Perhaps it was just too cold and the strong winds encourage the locals to keep low. What a difference a day makes... We have had a stonking sail to Rodvig today and spent most of the day travelling at over 6 knots. Frequently over 7 knots. The 50 mile trip involved travelling east and then rounding the island of Mon and heading north to Nodvig on Sjaelland. We are 35 miles short of Copenhagen. Mon has the only cliffs in Denmark; the rest of the country seems very low-lying from the sea. A beam reach became a broad reach bowling down the big swell in the force 5 winds. Intrepid loved it. Bob, the Intrepid, bravely went below to cook bread rolls and prepare soup. There was an incident with the cabbage which did not find its way into the soup... we will be retrieving cooked cabbage from the bilges behind the cooker for some time. It goes well with the beer that is still swilling around down there. We entered the downwind harbour at speed but the swell became nothing behind the sea wall. Parking in the box was straightforward. Tomorrow is a rest ashore day and we look forward to checking out what this town has to offer.