Whats not to love?…Read More
Ahoy there Sailor!
Feel free to hop aboard our journey around the Mediterranean Sea’s and follow our tales of trials and tribulations, they’ll be plenty of sailing, playing, exploring and adventure!
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 More
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 charmRead More
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 More
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.Read More
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 More
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...Read More
St Tropez didn’t even wait a day to show off. Our first afternoon we were greeted with the single best entrance I’ve ever seen … and I’ve seen Beyonce in concert.
In my usual Queen B style, I was doing the laundry. Captain was pottering. From a distance came a loud bass, the sea bounced to the rhythm. It grew louder. Bemused sailors emerged from their galleys. St Tropez halted in their Jimmy Choo’s. Rounding into the marina was a huge super yacht and on its bow were five very fit, track-suited, air-max booted, bling bling black dudes, all grooving away to a very provocative song. Ear muffs were placed over every child in town. It made my day. I have no idea who they were, basketball stars, rappers, hedge fund managers. Who cares. They had swagger...Read More
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 More