En gang for lenge lenge siden ferierte jeg hver sommer i mange år langs vår vakre kyst i egen båt. På den tiden var fotografering en analog prosess og det ble dessverre langt mindre fotografering enn hva det ville ha blitt idag. Ett av de stedene jeg ofte besøkte var nettopp Portør ved utløpet av Kragerøfjorden. Og på den tiden var det ikke så mange hus å se i Portør. Det var heller intent behov for byggeforbud i strandsonen slik vi har idag, men så ble det med denne som forelskelser flest: Jeg måtte bare tilbake en tur! Med bil denne gang da!
One time, long long ago, I used to spend my vacations along the Norwegian coast in my own leisure craft for weeks upon weeks on end. (What a life!) Unfortunately this was in the days when photography was an analog process, and there were far less photography done than would have been the case today.
One of the places that I visited every summer was (you guessed it) – Portør located at the mouth of the Kragerø fjord. At the time there weren’t that many houses to be seen in Portør. (Half a dozen, perhaps) And there were no need for any regulation prohibiting building cabins or houses along the shoreline like we do today. But as for most lost love-cases, I just had to return. By car this time. (I sold my boat about 20 years back)
Det var store forandringer! Sjokkartede forandringer! Veien ned (4 km) var uhyre smal, men asfaltert helt ned til vannkanten! Og hvem hadde vel hørt om byggeforbud i strandsonen? Neppe på disse kanter! Det måtte ha vært minst 50-60 hus og hytter, ja kanskje langt flere for de var ofte ikke så enkle å få øye på. Men jeg så ikke en eneste som lå lengre enn 50 meter fra vannet! Men hvilken idyll!
There were major changes since last I was there! I was chocked! The road down to Portør itself (3 miles) was extremely narrow (Two cars could hardly meet) but paved all the way!
And I don’t think anybody had ever heard about buliding regulations that prohibited building cabins along the shoreline. There must havebeen at least 50-60 houses or cabins and non further from the sea than 50 yards! And there might have been a lot more that I didn’t discover. But what a fantastic place it was!
Innimellom disse skjærene har jeg ligget med båten mange ganger. Og jeg har dykket og fisket min egen middag, eller jeg har plukket halvkilos krabber til kveldens bålkos med hvitvin . . .
In bwtween these small rocky islands I have been lying with my boat dozens of times. Her I have been diving for fish or large crabs for cooking over open fire consumed with salads and white wine in the dark of night . . .
Today the cabins with their boats are located so close to the shoreline that I don’t think general admission to the shoreline in effect may be conducted?
Here a sailer arrives Portør – possibly from Kragerø. Also with this particular strait I’m very familiar – on the bottom that is! I have collecte a lot of crabs just here –
Can you see the littele white cabin on the island? There are at least another 3 or 4 cabins on that particular island, but architects of tody are adept people and it’s really hard to see many of them!
Do you see what I mean? If we were to remove the white flag poles, it would be real hard to spot anything from a distance.
Her er et bilde som viser forholdene på indre havn i Portør. Idag er det kun ferierende som benytter Portør, men frem til midten av 1960 så var dette en aktiv losstasjon. Også tollvesenet hadde base her ute. Og jeg skal ikke si det med 100% sikkerhet, men jeg tror at tidvis har også Redningsselskapet benyttet Portør.
Here is a picture showing the conditions of the ‘Inner harbour’ in Portør. Today there are only people vacationing that use Portør, but is hasn’t always been like that. Up to the mid 60’ties this was an active pilot station and also the customs service had an office out here.
I cannot say for sure, but I think that also the Sea Rescue Sservice has been using this base from time to time.
Jeg tok en liten tur opp i mellom bergknattene for å sikre meg noen panoramabilder av området, men en engstelig mot holdt plutselig et skarpt øye med hva jeg foretok meg.
Jeg brukte jo briller? Kanskje så hun meg ikke som helt trygg så lenge ungene lå i kamuflasjestilling rundt i lyngen . . .?
In order to secure a few panorama shots, I ventured up into the rocks, but discovered this anxious mother keeping a sharp tab on my movements. I was wearing glasses, wasn’t I ?
Could I be trusted to discover her young ones lying in camouflage modus spread out in between the rocks? Could I ?
Again an example of almost invisible cabins and moorings which offer safety even in full storm.
Gjennom dette løpet kommer man trygt inn til Portør, men – man kan også velge en rute inn Kragerøfjorden i bakkant av bildet.
Through this inlet you may enter Portør safely, but an option is to turn port into the Kragerø fjord at the back of this picture.
The seagulls had decided that my departure was long overdue, thus they had called for reinforcements.
Men jeg håper jo at dere har oppdaget mitt ‘Shangri la’ og at dere forstår hvorfor det ble slik? Neste stopp blir Risør – enda litt lenger mot sør, men det er en annen historie.
I hope that you discovered the quality of my little ‘Shangri la’ and why it became so? Next stop will be the city of Risør – a bit further towards south, but that’s another story!
(Compliments of SRB)
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