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[sadclowncentral]

about the sea: have you sailed along the southwestern edge of the baltic sea? if yes, could you describe the land and the shore and the water there? i’m doing a little infographic on the fall migration of european starlings from Latvia to the UK (via Denmark) and i’ve never been along that coast! google maps is ok, but cannot compare to someone’s lived experience. especially with the narrative similarities between sailing and flying

this is and remains my favourite ask I have ever gotten, and it took me some time to get it right. The Baltic southwest is in my unbiased opinion the most beautiful place in the world, all year round, and I could never do it justice in all of it’s facets and different faces it wears through the year. So here are some snapshots of the southwest islands through the year, both of the sea and the shore:

Langeland, Denmark in late spring

The southern tip of the island is so flat that it nearly vanished into the sea until you are right in front of it. The belts and straits of what is lovingly called the Danish south sea are a bright blue in the first sunny days of the year. Sometimes, close to shore, yellow-green pollen bloom even creates swirling patterns in the water. There is animals everywhere; birds settled in the quieter water of the bay, mostly seagulls and loons, but swans as well; if you are very lucky, a harbour porpoise will choose the wake of your ship to swim along with, and further east, you might even meet a seal or two. The coast is green fields and white turbines turning so fast that they are blurring before you. Between it all, a constant trail of huge container ships passes the straits, turning the sky close to the water grey with their exhausts. It all seems so warm, until a single cloud passing in front of the sun reminds you of the coldness of the air.

Fehmarn, Germany in early summer

The canola fields are still in full bloom, turning the whole island a bright, joyous yellow, interspersed with specks of red and blue from the field flowers, swishing in the wind. Bright yellow and bright green against the blue backdrop of the Baltic sea. The island and the land here are flat as a pancake, making it easy to see from shore to shore; only on its edges, like a crumpled paper, does the island lift up into sandy cliffsides that drop of dramatically into pebbled beaches. Standing on the beach, the water is a azure blue, and in the sun, the numerous sandbanks are clearly visible in the light turquoise. While the wind is ever present, it is subdued in early summer, but the jagged cliffs are a stark reminder of the violence of the winter storms. All trees lean towards the shore, gnarled branches disfigured by the wind; there is a reason we call it “the land that even trees bow for”.

Ven Island, Sweden in the middle of the summer

Coming from the open water up north, the island appears like a golden hill rising out of the sea. The grainfields in full bloom, the warm sandy beaches, and the sun behind it. Behind you, the Øresund gave you the perfect reprieve, watching cities and mixed tree forest pass by in turn on either side after the rough waters of the Kattegatt, where both North and Baltic sea crash together in a cacophony of wave pattern, shaking you and your boat around frantically over strong winds. Now, on Ven, it seems almost a lifetime ago, as you follow the soft roads winding up the island and watch as grain and water are dispersed by the wind in mirrored patterns, golden and green-blue.

Christiansø, Denmark in later summer

Arriving in Christiansø is always a wild ride. While the sun beats down in unrelenting brightness, the waves and wind that had time to build over the whole Baltic sea are so strong that salt crystals form on your face from the constant sea spray that hits you in the face. The island seems almost unreal – just jagged brown-grey teeth of rock rising out of the middle of the sea with no land visible in either direction for miles, with deepest blue water surrounding it, no ground in sight. The waves crash on the stubborn rocks with a loud crashing sound, and over all of that, the stubborn calls of birds that circle around the islands undeterred. On the island, the specks of green, of still water ponds and green grass (I don’t remember a single tree), seem almost comical against the rusted brown rocks. You stare out into the dark marine blue and watch the sunset through the roaring and screeching.

Rügen, Germany in early autumn

Auttumn has arrived, and with it, heavy clouds and heavier winds. The Baltic sea, as beautiful as it is in summer, as strong are the east wind storms that start belting down on the southwest from September onwards. Without the sunlight, the water has turned a deep angry green, but mostly white, as sea foam flies over gnashing waves. Sometimes, as the water rises past your ship, you can see the last moon jellyfish of the season in long tangled webs of kelp pass you by. The rain is soft and dispersed, but colder than the water and makes visibility low. But then, the northeast of the island comes into view, as darkness has already set in, and as the wind dies down and the clouds disperse the island shines in a blinding white, the chalk cliffs of the island rising above the water. The breaking off chalk turns the water here a pastel turquoise in the sun as it dispersed, but here now, it’s dark grey, just as the sky.

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Bottle covered in oysters, brought out of Kattegatt in 1848.

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round 2 - day 5 - 4 of 8

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แมว (thai) vs katt (swedish)

info and propawganda under the cut!

แมว (mɛɛo) /mɛːw/

no propawganda provided :(

katt /ˈkatː/

kattegatt

KATT <3

[kattegattleden-2023]

02.08.23 Sonne ☀

Nach einer erholsamen Nacht begrüßte uns heute morgen die Sonne. So wurde schnell die Wäscheleine zwischen die Fahrräder gespannt und alles was trocknen musste auf die Leine und die Fahrräder gehängt. Das Solarpanel füllte die Akkus. Und wir frühstückten.

Gegen 10:30 Uhr war alles gepackt und es ging los. Heute ohne Gegensprechanlage, da meine nicht funktionierte.

Über Land und Nebenstraßen ging es am Kattegatt entlang. Bei einer Ferienhaussiedlung fuhren wir zum Wasser und machten eine Pause.

Und weiter nach Falkenberg. Unterwegs machte mein Rad komische Geräusche beim Treten. In einem Park hielten wir an und schauten nach. Es war zum Glück nur der Kettenschutz beim Zahnkranz hinten lose. Schnell die Kette geölt und weiter ging es. Aber nut 500 Meter. Ein Halter von Heikes Vorderrad war lose. Eine Mutter war abgegangen. Das konnte aber mit Bordmitteln gelöst werden.

In der Stadt bin ich dann zu intersport. Dort habe ich eine neue Regenjscke ubd Hose gekauft. Meine Jacke hatte leider das Wasser aufgesaugt und die Hose war nicht mehr dicht.

Von dort gingen wir weiter durch die Stadt und kehrten bei einer Pizzeria ein. Heike hat eine Pizza mit Hühnchen. Banane und Ananas gegessen und war begeistert.

Bei Coop kaufte Heike ein und ich saß vor dem Laden auf einer Bank und habe unseren Blog geschrieben.

Nun ging es bei Sonne weiter. Am Skrea-Strand war ordentlich Betrieb. Dort standen ganz viele Strandhütten wie in Hohwacht, nur viel dichter beisammen.

Danach ging es etwas ins Landesinnere. Beim Naturreservart Ringsegården sah es sehr schön aus.

Der Weg führte nun nochmals ins Landesinnere da so dicht am Meer keine Brücke über den Fluss Suseån war. Die erste Brücke war dafür sehr alt und aus Natursteinen.

Wieder am Meer war es nicht mehr weit zu unserem CP.

Dort die Zeltaufbauroutine. Dieses Mal mit Strom. Also Geräte geladen, Wäsche in die Waschmaschine und selbst geduscht.

Danach sind wir noch zum Strand und haben uns etwas zu Essen gekocht.

Hier die Strecke von heute.

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Fiskeministrar överens om kvoter i Västerhavet under 2023

Fiskeministrar överens om kvoter i Västerhavet under 2023

Varje år beslutar EU:s fiskeministrar om kvoter för Västerhavet. Det rör svenska fiskare som fiskar i Nordsjön, Skagerak och Kattegatt. Beslutet om 2023 års fiskekvoter fattades efter förhandlingar på jordbruks- och fiskerådets möte i Bryssel 11-12 december. Beslutet innebär en ökning av kvoterna för kolja och rödspätta och en oförändrad kvot för havskräfta. Liksom för 2022 fastställdes en låg…

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At Smithska udden

Shot on 14 November 2020

[jeffech]

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[sadclowncentral]

HELLO WHAT as a southern swede that recently went up north (last week babyy) i am curious about how far you are going? dont dox yourself but !?! exitemnenent. have fun dont die enjoy the world etc etc <3

okay NOT TOO FAR NORTH because you see. I'm gonna cash in a favour and make someone with sailing boat come pick me up so i can't stray too far from kattegatt. but more north than i have been before!!

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#Repost @peter.franzen ・・・ #historyvikings #season4 #continues November 30th #party in #kattegatt #helga #harald #halfdan #floki Join us!

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kattegat... #vikings #denmark #sweden #swedish #danish #ragnarlothbrok #ragnar #kattegat #kattegatt #jutland #fjord #travel #traveling #instatravel #instago #instagood #trip #holiday #photooftheday #fun #nature #travelgram #love

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Vielen lieben Dank für das schöne Foto liebe @lilou_rabbitheart 🌹 #thoridsgewandschneiderei #vikingclothes #wikinger #wikingerfrau #mittelalter #gewandung #mittelalterkleidung #mittelalterlich #birka #vikingwomen #vikinggirls #paganwoman #pagangirl #vikingage #vikingart #vikings #vikingsvalhalla #vikinglarp #larpgirl #norse #instagood #asatru #medieval #medievaldress #medievalcostume #vikingcostume #historycostume #vikingcosplay #german #nativepride (hier: Kattegatt) https://www.instagram.com/p/CZ_AGb_tA19/?utm_medium=tumblr

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Did you know that people with osteogenesis imperfecta (like Ivar) often lose their hearing? It’s bones in your ears that let you hear, after all. And Ivar gets a lot of head injuries… Do with this info what you like, but it could be a prompt if you want.

Okay so this? This is something I could have done without knowing. Because that is incredibly unfair, to think that if Ivar had survived the series, he might have had that to deal with on top of everything else. But the internet says it's true, so here I present to you an AU in which Ivar didn't die, and Hvitserk didn't convert to Christianity and stay in England.

I might continue if people want it. I won't promise a happy ending, but I do have an idea for one in mind...

It is so subtle at first that he almost doesn’t notice; a misheard word here, an accusation of not paying attention there, the occasional smirk from Hvitserk as he repeats whatever he had said, enunciating to the point of ridiculousness for comedic effect. For a long time, Ivar dismisses it, passing it off as tiredness, or distractedness, or assuming that the noise around him is too loud and that everybody is having the same difficulty. For a time, it isn’t a problem.

But, as things have an unfortunate tendency to do, it grows worse until not only does he know without a shadow of a doubt, what is happening to him, but despite his best efforts, other people begin to notice too.

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“What’s going on with you?” Hvitserk asks him one evening as they relax among groups of men drinking and feasting in the great hall at Kattegatt. Once, Ivar would have sat on one of the thrones overlooking the room, leading the celebration, yet at the same time apart from it. No more. Now, he sits on a long bench, next to his brother, with a cup of ale in one hand, and the hum of conversation all around him. Everywhere he looks, men are drinking and celebrating, singing and shouting, and Ivar struggles to make out his brother’s words over the background noise.

But he does make it out, and the words -- the confirmation that Hvitserk knows, sends a shiver down his spine.

He turns to look at his brother for a moment, temporarily lost for words, caught between denying anything is wrong, and feigning confusion, or perhaps even telling him. After all, it has been getting worse, and eventually, he knows that it will be impossible to hide it.

Of course, he thinks to himself, at this point, there is still a possibility that Hvitserk is asking about something else…

“Did you hear me?” Hvitserk asks him. There is genuine concern on his face, and in that moment Ivar realises that there is no option to deny it. The worst part is, he doesn’t hear that question. He simply pieces it together from the fragments of words that he does make out, the expression on Hvitserk’s face, and the shapes that his brother’s lips make as he speaks.

Unable to bring himself to reply, Ivar nods mutely.

“Then tell me,” Hvitserk insists. He leans forward, closer to Ivar, either to convey the urgency of the conversation, or to ensure that Ivar can hear his words, Ivar isn’t sure.

Ivar hesitates. It seems pointless; Hvitserk clearly knows, and as Ivar has no idea what is causing the problem, or what he can do about it, telling him feels like an exercise in futility. Worse, it feels like an admission of weakness.

He feels a stab of anger and frustration at the situation, at the unfairness of it, and at Hvitserk’s lack of thought. After all, if his brother were clever, he might have chosen to have this conversation almost anywhere else. Somewhere more private, and somewhere where the ambient sounds did not blur into one overpowering wave that drowned out his words.

“Ivar…” Hvitserk says, and Ivar realises with a thrill of horror that although he sees it, recognising the familiar shape of his name on Hvitserk’s lips, he doesn’t hear the word at all.

He takes a deep breath, then instead of attempting a reply, he reaches for his crutch, pushes himself to his feet, and escapes the room as quickly as he can, leaving Hvitserk to watch him go.

(FYI, I did write a full fic for this, which you can find here)

[atsvensson]

Makrill - den godaste fisken för en bohusläning

Makrill – den godaste fisken för en bohusläning

Atlantisk makrill (Scomber scombrus) finns i nordöstra Atlanten inklusive Nordsjön, Skagerak och Kattegatt. I Irländska sjön, Keltiska havet, Biscayabukten och längs med kusterna ner till Mauretanien samt runt Medelhavet och Svarta havet. Kan även påträffas i Östersjön och Bottenhavet. Dessutom i nordvästra Atlanten från Labrador i norr till mellersta USA. Stimfisk som lever närmare kuster och…

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Andis on the beach

Shot on 29 August 2020

[iamqueenofkattegat]

Welcome home

@maidenxfthemxuntains had been gone too long. She and Lagertha had grown up together. Shield Maiden together. However after she was deemed the “bastard princess’ and left Kattegat to go to the mountains, she sent her only son to look for her. But Bjorn had no luck and was gone for such a long time. 

She’d received noticed Bjorn had found her and her mother. and sent notice to return to Kattegatt to her friends and loved ones. It mattered not what had happened in the past. It was up to her friend to come what Lagertha to come home.