We swept into Bandol on the eve of a gust, asking to stay one night until it passed, it transpired we stayed five. Mischievous Mistral.Read More
EPIC LITTLE ADVENTURES, SHARED.
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
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
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...Read More
As you approach the white cliffs of Bonefacio the Old town dangles precariously over the edge of the cliffs, mocking the sea below. Superyachts and kayakers alike poke their noses into the giant caves in the chalk rock. A red lighthouse guards the entrance and once past that little soldier you follow the channel through the chalk strata rock faces and azure blue water until, at the end you reach the marina and the little port town of Bonefacio...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