01/09/2014, Santa Ponsa
In the middle of all this hedonism, something has to crop up just to make you review your life and confirm that you are doing the right thing giving up your job and gadding about the world on a boat. We had a bit of that this week.
The Sand PoliceJane
29/08/2014, Las Illetas
I hate sand. I hate it on the boat. I hate it in the cockpit. I hate getting it on my feet and then going to bed and getting sand in the bed. It drives me mad. (I think I was the Princess with the Pea in a previous life). So, when we have visitors, I am a right pain in the a***! "Have you washed your feet off??" "Take those thongs off before you get on please!" "You will rinse your cozzie off wont you?"
Another overnighter took us to Palma in Mallorca where we arrived at 0700 hours in rain and grey skies, the first real rain we've seen for a couple of years, and it all looked very uninspiring. We anchored outside in the bay and luckily the day improved and we could finally see the cathedral through the mist.
We haven't done a 'long' crossing since 2009, only a few overnights last summer and two this year so were quite keen to get one 'under our belt' and see how we, and Matilda, handled it. In the event, the 4-day crossing to Mahon was very easy albeit with a lot of motor sailing. We were lucky enough to have a full or nearly full-moon every night which always makes the night go better, and the most glorious sunsets and sunrises.
En Passage to MallorcaJane
Just passing through the Bonafacio Strait. Sardinia on the left. Corsica on the right. 279 miles gone, 220 to go!
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