Paradiset to Hogmarso

We left Finnhamn/Paradiset mainly because of water anxiety. We had last filled up at Nynashamn, some time ago. We left motoring north along a distinct much used but fairly twisty route with a modest north easterly so yet againe we envied those drifting in the opposite direction, down wind and bare chested. We expected to call in at Blido, a place we had always wanted to visit. One of the leading lights there is the famous opera singer Barbara Hendricks , who organises privatish music festivals in summer. On the way into the marina we met a boat coming out who said it was a bad harbour and we should not use the showers. The marine info we had said it could supply water but there was no evidence for that on the pontoons. With all these negatives we decided to go on and in fact we stopped for the night at Furusund where we could get water, electricity and showers. We als managed to get a side to mooring which was a nice change. Furusunfd is a Promarina harbour and expensive. It also has new pontoons but has substituted selling clothes from providing rather nice lunches. The evning brought the usual convoy of ferries and liners out of Stockholm which provided a great spectacle at very close quarters. They also made Badger pitch considerably but this was better than the yachts nearby which rolled horribly. There is no Promarina harbour that gets it right. Many are unsafe or uncomfortable though I do accept that they have good showers. We managed to buy some veg. but the only shop has little else worth eating. However the suroundings are very pretty.
We had a worrying encounter with a very brave Finnish lady of about 45 -50 who was using with great difficulty a rollator ( sort of push along seat with brakes) to get along the pontoon. It appears she had had a bad attack of Lyme disease which had affected her back ( spinal cord?) and so had very little control of her legs. Her retraining was slow but continuing. I had not realised this was one of the dangers attending Lyme disease and Kristin and I have both had attacks of the disease.
we moved off the next day to Hogmarso - a journey of less than three miles.
Hogmarso provides free, fendered moorings but no services at all, no water, electricity, toilets, showers. There are toilets when the restaurant is open though. The local supermarket remains good but the restaurant quality has gone down. The staff are concentrating more on the music that they provide. We left because a Rock concert was to be perpatrated the next evening. The shipyard itself continues to fascinate with so many sorts of junk turning up and disappearing. This time the new arrivals included a large yachts keel ( blade and torpedo shape) and a child's spiral slide.