Guest Blog; Renee takes on the summit of Matterhorn, and bosses it!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!
They warned us the cabin was on the basic side of ‘rustic’.
What they didn’t mention was the blossom arch from the gate to the door, flowering poppies littering the floor, Gerda the garden knome, the dancing light through the stained glass, the welcome note scrawled on the board in the kitchen, the scandi wool blankets we could pile high on the lawn and lie on the afternoon sun… so content.Read More
A little road trip through a pretty region of France ; Emma&Pete have a heartwarming ceremony in Saintes, we ride our bikes in the rain around Île de Ré and we climb Mont Saint Michel, the walled monastery rising out of the sea!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
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
Its blowing a hoolie so we’ve got some snazzy wheels! We travel everywhere at 6 knots so driving a car again is positively productive to us. It’s also melting outside, a balmy 34 degrees daily so we are in awe of the air-con.Read More
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