Mallorca to Menorca - A midnight window
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The wind forecast for us to cross between the islands wasn't great, but there was a window of opportunity between midnight and 6a.m overnight so we went for it.
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‘YOU SEE, aDVENTURES ARE STUBBORN THINGS; THEY DON’T START WHEN YOU ARE READY AND THEY HANG AROUND LONG AFTER YOU THINK THEY’VE FINISHED. THE IMPORTANT THING IS THAT YOU SAY YES TO THEM’
ABI ELPHINSTONE, The Pocket elephant
West Mallorca by sea; Frothing for a sail… & a terrible knot!
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Anchored in the beautiful bays along the coast of Mallorca; Sa Foradada, Deia, Cala Tuent, Sa Calabra, Cala Castell, Cala Figuera and Port Pollenca!
Read MoreWest Mallorca by land; The old towns of Port Soller, Soller, Deia, Valldemossa and Fornaluxt
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We instantly loved Mallorca. Folk tales of Magaluf had my imagination spiralling into the fires of ‘Brit’s abroad’ hell. The reality was nothing short of delightful.
These are the charming old towns of West Mallorca…
Read MoreNight crossing to the Balearic Islands
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Overnight sail from Barcelona to Mallorca and a sunrise, just for me …
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Sant Feliu de Guíxols, Cala Futadera & Mataro, Barcelona here we come!
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We play tug of war with a 60ft racing yacht! And meet Alex Thompson…
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Banyuls-Sur-Mer
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Banyuls is a pretty little town and best of all, after the last few nights of kit-set 70's tourism, seems to be an actual real town where people reside, live and work. The colourful window shutters, the palm trees along the beach promenade, streets lined with Plane tree's and floodlit Boules competitions all add to the charm
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Port Carmague
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One night in one neat little 1970's Retro package. It hasn't been touched and shouldn't be, ever again. It is a perfect time warped example of french late 60's early 70's tourism accommodation architecture and therefore is a brilliant in itself.
Read MoreCalanques National Park
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The Calanques National park... truly breathtaking beauty, clear blue water and unexpected nudity abound!
Read MoreCassis & Port Miou
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The view is not the only thing to take your breathe away in Port Miou...
Read MoreMarseille
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Whilst the mischievous Mistral winds kept us at bay in Bandol we hopped on a train and followed the line to Marseille. We had planned to stop here anyway as the harbour has so much history, but Silver Paws was best left in the safety of Bandol marina rather than risking the rough waves, so we left her behind and day tripped to Marseille instead.
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Ile de Porquerolles
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I'm a mahoosive fan of islands. I was born on the reasonably sized (but gigantically beautiful) North Island of New Zealand. We now call the much smaller (and disproportionately productive) isle of Jersey home. I positively seek out islands. However I'm a fussy enthusiast, I like my islands as I like my company; authentic, not too hectic and endearing...
Read MoreIle de Port Cros
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Oh Port Cros you have my heart. You smell like pine needles and sea salt and eucalyptus. You are splendid and, in mediterranean terms, unspoilt...
Read MoreCavalaire Sur Mer
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Captain jumped in the tender, I walked to the bow and immediately felt the blood drain from my face. The mooring buoy had sheared its way through our mooring rope, hanging on by a few measly threads...
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300 degrees in the dark; Night passage Girolata to St Tropez
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Watching dawn arise, the atmosphere slowly but surely getting shade by shade lighter until the sun finally raises its head above the pulpit bursting colour and warmth across the sea. The swell calmed itself and for a few hours it was just me and Silver Paws, the sunrise and the sea...
Read MoreGirolata Bay
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After a swim to the rocks to watch the sunset together (All together now… Aawwww), we jumped in the tender and went ashore and had did some cow dodging on the beach. Literally. Cows on the beach. Word on the sand is the farmers bring them down to the sea to escape the flies...
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