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
EPIC LITTLE ADVENTURES, SHARED.
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
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
Often shadowed by other tourist cities such as Rome or Venice, I found it took me some digging to warm to Genoa. It was a maze and I felt perennially lost. For Captain the history of the port and the architecture were enough to set him in good stead. Once I'd found some hidden gems behind the meandering alleyways and walked a while the ancient bones of the place crept in and led to more of an understanding between us...Read More