Context Setting the anchor is a skill. It is a combination of knowledge, practice, and technology. Entire books have been written about anchoring. Petabytes of online discussion forums have been consumed by the topic. Hundreds of thousands of seadog-years have …
Position: 41°20’12″N 9°15’23” “There is no such thing as accident; it is fate misnamed.” – Napoléon Bonaparte In the little graveyard on the uninhabited island of Lavezzi there is a plaque carved in crumbling white marble. Translated from French it …
Welcome to Italy, Now stay on your boat! Position: 40°33’38″N 8°18’39″E Covid got us. Again! The upsurge in Covid infections in Spain (thanks nightclubbers) inspired the Italians to take up additional precautions. All arriving visitors from Spain, and a few …
Position: 40°33’N 8°18’E The Gulf of Lion is notorious for strong winds. The Tramontana skip off the top of the Pyrenees and blast south and west. It’s more famous cousin, the Mistral, bundles up against the Alps, then funnels south …
Position: 39° 49′ 58″N 2° 44′ 43″E By popular demand we head back to the water. The north shore of Mallorca is a UNESCO World Heritage Site. Here the ragged mountains drop straight into the sea. The coast abounds with …
Position: 39°47’34.0″N 2°41’36.3″E “Allo!”, called the man swimming towards Aleta. “I noticed your dinghy, and I would like to ask you some questions,” he said, pulling alongside. Always at the ready to answer enquiries about Porta-botes, we invited him aboard. …
Over the past year it has been our pleasure to rent a range of low-cost cars. Notwithstanding the moment in Cornwall when we almost drove a Jaguar F-Type off the lot for forty quid a day. In the end there …
Position: 38°58’07″N 1°15’53″E Our anchorage, Port des Torrent, was peaceful, but rolly and I’d had a restless night’s sleep. The quiet of the morning was punctured by enthusiastic calls of “Buenas Dias! Buenas Dias!”, outside of the porthole. We popped …
Having spent more weeks in the Pyrenees than was healthy for Marlon, we finally arrived back in Cartagena. In a busy shipyard squeaky wheels get the oil, and on our return Carol got pretty squeaky. In short order we saw …
