On the last Saturday in April, the boats that have rested in gardens and garages all winter are wheeled out to the jetty. The hulls have been repainted, red or black, up to the waterline. One by one, Adriane, Anni, Elfrida, Louié, Malajka, Falsang, Silver, Ballerina, Kleopatra, Laribé, Out Skerries, Inge-Marie and Emilca are chained to the hook of the hired crane, which hoists them high and winches them out over the water. The dark hulls swing through the air a little uncertainly, but guided by ropes, they touch down safely on the water.
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