Snow on the Deck
A winter sail across silent waters — no ships, no voices, just the creak of frozen rigging and the whisper of fog. Sailing in solitude, capturing the stillness of the season and the enduring rhythm of tide and hull. The sea perfectly still, and the horizon lost in mist.
It was February, we circled the IJsselmeer, from Makkum to Medemblik, Enkhuizen, and Stavoren. We also spent a night in Urk, the fishing town famous for its large number of churches, and woke to snow on the deck.