At five o’clock in the morning, dinner is finally on the table. Outside, it’s as bright as day. It’s been like that the whole time. The sun has travelled low across the fjord, bathing the water in soft, golden light for hours, and is already rising again without having disappeared in the meantime. Knives and a chopping board lie on the worktop. Four tired anglers are sitting at the table whilst the first pieces of cod sizzle in the frying pan.
To do this, we drove more than 3,000 kilometres – from Cologne to well beyond the Arctic Circle. We towed a 7.20-metre-long offshore boat along motorways, Swedish country roads and Norwegian mountain passes. We pushed it across a sandy beach into the North Sea, organised a mooring and then spent hours fishing. At first, we caught: nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Our idea of feeding ourselves during this trip as far as possible only on what we catch from the sea ourselves loses some of its original romance with every unsuccessful drift. You don’t necessarily fish any better when you’re hungry. Quite the opposite, in fact. But now, at last, there’s cod in the frying pan. It smells of butter, salt and fried fish. Suddenly, the tiredness doesn’t seem quite so important. And because the sun is shining, the time of day doesn’t matter either. Find out which boat the crew set out in and what you need to know about the fishing grounds in these two articles:

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