June 23, 2008



1968 I had sailed to England from Sweden in a 14 feet boat. In almost every port I put down my anchor people told me that I would get happier in a bigger boat. People belive that the more you own the happier you are.
In November back in Sweden I thought I do like old Slocum, buy an old wreck and fix her up. (see more detailed text under text in menue).

The previus owner had taken these pictures in the summer.

They were included in the deal.

Now however it was winter and freezing cold.

When the deck was on we thought we had done real progress. Inside it was warmer too.

Here are the two companions who told every visitor that to the summer they be sailing the tropics.

To every ones surprise the boat was in the water in June.

In August we test sailed her for a few days. Then hurried south to wormer latitudes.

Here in October she is making good speed across the bay of Biscay.

In the Canary Islands my freind jumped ship. Luckily I soon found anouther mate.

She steered for me.

She cooked for me.

She was a good mate, but the bigger boat did not make me happier.

June 22, 2008


A few years ago when I lived on Tjörn island on the west coast I buildt this boat. She was a trhee quarter scale model of a 5.4 meter boat Matt Layden had helped me to draw. As work progressed and circumstances changed I planned to do a long voyage in her, but sailing her in Sweden, in October and November with plenty of clothes made me realise that she was to small and I to bulky.
When building her I had many bright ideas like having a jib-spar to take upp compression that let me have the shrouds forevard of the mast so that I could let out the boom about 120 degrees running downwind. It was also good training to make a compact boat. Experience like these and outhers helps me with my present boat.

Here I am in the lee of an island. From the cockpit I easily
propell her with the in the ever present yuloh.

Photo Owe Tollesby

Here she sails with her toppmast up. The bottom mast is five feet ( 1.5 meter) tall. The ever present yuloh can be seen on the port side sticking out behind the boat.

June 19, 2008


Una cascara de nuss con amor was the headlines of a newspaper in Mar del Plata. Below qurius people are watching Bris.

We left Mar del Plata in the beginning of 1974. But we did mot get far before a gale capsized the boat. A week later in hurricane force winds she was pitchpooled despite being under bare pooles and riding to an improwized seeanchor (see text under menu for details)
Instead of rounding the Horn I like Capten Bligh decided to head east. On the pilot chart I had found a little dot out on the big Southern Ocean, named Tristan da Cuhna. I was not shore if it was inhabited but I thought we might get some shelter and find water. After two months we reached the island.

We vere lucky to arrive on a rare calm day.

As there is no shelterd harbour Bris was lifted out of the water and placed on shore were I lived in her for four months.

It was an rugged shore.

Sometimes waves of enormous force broke against the shore. To show the scale I stand as close to the breaking sea as I dare while my girlfriend took some pictures. Here is one of them. When a sea hit the rock it was trembling.

and the vulcano was still smoking.

But the houses was snugly embedded in high flax. There was no trees on the island.

except the odd one in a garden.

Here are two Islander on a sunday walk.

Here im sitting between the priest wife and daughter.

The longboats was the islanders pride and livlihood.

They were originally built of mailbags and driftwood. As there is no harbour they had to be light enough too be lifted ashore.

During the winter work was done on them.

But when spring came the islanders went with them to Nightinggale for penguin eggs, in summer the collected guano for their potato feilds. In the autumn the took Sheerwater birds for food.

This is the famous potato stamp: One penny or local value four potatoes. When I left I had the mail with me.

In the middle of the winter I left for St Helena. My girl freind had taken the opportunity to leave with a research vessel. The stormy passages had been a bit much for her.

I arravied in St Helena after one month with the mailbag. That made the harbourmaster give me a free stay.

Bris can bee seen among the lokal craft. There was no outher cruising boats as i had arrived in August wich was not the season.

Here after three months I put Bris ashore for antifouling in preparaton for a voyage to Martinique.

After five in Martinique where I learned French from the French yachtsmen i continued to Newport USA. One day a man standing on the dock and presumingly admiring my boat seeing the Swedish flag asked in surprise “Did this little boat cross the Atlantic on her own keel”. I confirmed, adding “She did not take the shortest route” Then I told him a few of my adventures.
He told me he knew a person on a yachting magazine and the would surely like to have my story published and would pay top money.
Regrettably I had to admit that I had been a problem child and that writing was not my strong point.
To my surprise he told me that if I only wrote my story like a letter to my mother there was an editor that would take care of the writing. My teachers had made sure that the fact that there in the real world existed such thing as editors was a well kept secret. Cruising world like my writing and published it for twenty years. Now they are more into bigger well equipped boats.

I meat Dick Newick the famous trimaran designer and sailed to Martas Vineyard where I worked with him on several interesting projects. Learning about light construction, epoxy kevlar and carbon fiber. This was 1975 and 76 Carter was being elected as President.

I lived in my boat. In a thrift shop I had found a toaster which with the help af 11o volts kept me warm. The yellow cord can be seen in the picture.

In March I left the US. Sailed to the Acores and back to Sweden where I arrived August 1976.

June 17, 2008


1971 I started to build a 20 feet dubble ender in my mothers back yard. True to Swedish tradition it did not take long before the town planner was there and asks me to take down what i had put up.
“I will only build a small boat to sail to Brazil in” I said
“What will happen if every one builds a small boat” he said angrily.
“What will happen if every one becomes a town planner” I answered.
That made him only more angry. I had to take down everything.
When mother heard what had happend she said
“Clean out the basement, drive the junk to the dump and build the boat there”

There was not a lot of space.

Despite what many peaople said we had just calculated it right. She got out of the door.

It was an experiment. She was rigged as a cat schooner with lug sails. She had a homebuildt windvane a centerboard and an outboard.

I did not get far. The centerboard leaked, the mast was to heavy and the outboard broke down.

After a winter in Holland, pondering my situation, with little money left I decided to take her back to Sweden on a trailer and rebuild her.

Out went the outboard, the windvane, the centerboard. I bermudarigged her, put on a three feet keel with 300 pounds of lead.

In May 1973 I left Sweden for a secound time, by way of Norway and out between Shetland and Orkney North of Scotland west of Ireland I finally made a landfall in Madira after 45 days at see. I did experience much rugh weather. Gales drove me nearly up to Iceland before i finally could make my way south.

Here Bris is at the Harbour of Madeira with anouther small boat from Scotland. Today there is plenty of boats out sailing and Madeira has an Marina. Then back in 1973 we where only two boats and we where at anchor. Times has changed.

My boat had well survived the hardship.

I had lost a lot of weight and was very fit.

Two girls found me attractive and came with me to Canary Island. The blond girls family got were upset when a letter reach them saying she was bound for Brazil in a boat built in a Swedish basement.

  1. The other girl came along for more adventure. Here we are in the trades.

After 47 days we arrive in Rio and decides to continue to the Pacific via Cape Horn.

After another passage we arrive in Mar del Plata Argentina

to be continued…

June 16, 2008


In 1989 I and a young girl sailed my homebuildt boat from France to Newfoundland via Ireland. I had buildt her of two inch thick Divinycell and NM-Epoxi so she was very strong well insulated insubmergible and snug. It was an experimental boat with a bow centerboard and a ten feet short mast onto wich I could atach a varity of different rigs.

Here she is sailing rigged as a Bermudan sloop in strong winds.

Hera as the wind has moderated I have put up an spritsail, increasing her sail area and making her more weatherly.

In light wind I put up an topsail.

In no wind I scull her. She is very versatile.

Her beuty even atracted a young girl to come sailing with me. Here we are in La Trinite France

Here on the beach with the tide out in Baltimore Ireland.

There was plenty of room inside her for us and for food.

After 47 days against the prevailing westerlis we arrived in St Johns Newfoundland where the customs promptly siized her. They said the waves were to big for her.We had to escape to the US in a U-haul truck.

In Newport RI I exhibeted her on the boatshow gaining a few dollars by selling postcards of her. Back to Sweden she went in a container.

Here I tow her away from the Gothenburg containerport on her own wheels attatched to the bumper of my mothers car.

She is now on exhibition on the Swedish National Maritime Museum in Stockholm next to the Wasa. Two young persons ponder her seaworthiness.

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