|Vessel Make/Model:||Nicholson 39|
We escaped the farming life and are bobbing at anchor in one of the little paradises of Portugal. What more can one say? We sort of remember still how to do it. All the essentials at least...BBQ, fridge, getting friends over, swimming....
But not so much at sea. We sailed Scrabbler to her new Spanish home and set off to purchase ourselves a landbase. After ten and more years of gypsie live and homelessness we decided, it would be a good idea to have an off-the-grid landbase. Like a boat on water! Just a bit bigger. We went bigger because [...]
alone on the river to very close by bird activity just to find THIS! The mother of all rafts we have ever collected. Trees, bamboo, twigs...no dead sheep though, like somebody else had this summer. We had to launch Storker to do some serious cleaning up. It had built up several layers deep and took quite some time. We have the feeling, that the bamboo is spreading quite badly along the river shore. Well, it does count as a pest and it certainly strives here! At times we looked at a whole forrest of bamboo during our walk!
Almost! The nights are so bright, we sit in the cockpit and can almost read until midnight! The moon came up absolutely huge right next to us and gave us a fantastic spectacle to watch. Even the birds keep awake. At least we hope, those strange cries and noises in the bushes around us are birds...
Another stunning sailing day for our last coastal hop this autum to Ayamonte. Scrabbler will find her winter home there. The marina is lovely, new pontoons, freshly dredged, not many people and Ayamonte is a wonderful little place and of course full of tapas!
almost alone! First night we had one other yacht with us in the Eastern anchorage and now we are completely alone there. The beach is empty as well, no day trippers and the water is clear and still warm. What a life, eh? But what is that thing in the water????