We settled in Olbia and as predicted the winds came a'howling the next morning. Olbia marina is big, shiny and new...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!
Tavolara Island, a limestone Stegosaurus jutting out of the sea. One half of the 5km long landmass is a no-go zone, restricted to NATO personal only. It's also home to a fancy-pants transmitter which sends messages to submarines.
Without doubt James Bond lives up there.Read More
Firstly, you deliver a white sand bottom, which allows my anchor to dig into you and grip like Elnett on a ballerina bun. Then you mesmerise my mermaid, salt water gypsy soul with your insanely addictive blue. Blue. Blue...Read More
For all our Jersey crew, imagine a larger version of the Echrehous, crawling with tourists. As we were scoping out the busy situation we scored big time as another boat departed leaving us with their anchor spot, which seem to be as rare as hens teeth.Read More
The following morning the Douane showed up. We are registered in Jersey, which is outside of the EU and VAT exempt, so we have restrictions on how long the boat is allowed to be in EU waters. A little daunting when they come knocking but four burly men in uniform wasn't a terrible way to start the day.Read More
The beaches looked stunning so we started with the bay of San Cipriano. We anchored in 5m depth with a good holding on a sandy bottom. The water was so clear it was hard not to think we were too shallow.Read More
An awesome days sailing. We left at the crack of dawn to get in as many miles as possible. Out of the marina at first light we were granted a force 4 from behind, set the sails and cruised along at a steady 6 to 7 knots all day. It was ideal, seven hours flew by without so much as a tack in sight, although we did have to dodge a floating fridge!Read More
It was only a six hour crossing from Elba into the french waters of Corsica, and our first port of call in Corsica was Bastia. There wasn't too many boats around so we sailed in our birthday suits... love the freedom of the ocean!Read More
You can see why the Italians holiday on Elba ( It's also a favourite of the Germans apparently). The vibe was italian seaside tourism at its best, unpretentious, clean, warm and slow. There is nothing shiny about Elba, but thats what gives it a glint.Read More
We were lulled from our boat by the dulcet tones of the italian's having a party. Mojito in hand, the party turned out to be the Med equivalent of a barn dance. Which all the locals knew the lines to...Read More