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 MoreAfter 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 MoreWe have a couple more days coast hopping in Corsica before we depart for mainland France where we have a date with Captains folks!
Read MoreAs 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 MoreTake a wander along the promenade, flanked by a row of super yachts on one side and Harrods, Bugatti, fake grass and shiny diamonds on the other...
Read MoreIts 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 MoreWe settled in Olbia and as predicted the winds came a'howling the next morning. Olbia marina is big, shiny and new...
Read MoreTavolara 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 MoreWelcome to the Costa Smeralda. This place has a rep. It's EXPENDO. The clues in the name...
Read MoreIt was rubbish. Only kidding... it looked like THIS!
Read MoreFirstly, 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 MoreFrom Corsica, via the Levazzi Islands for lunch, we sailed into Sardinian sea's and the national park archipelago of La Maddelena Islands...
Read MoreFor 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 MoreIts so warm around this SE corner of Corsica that falling in the tepid water is far from breathtaking, the only thing taking your breathe away is the view!
Read MoreThe 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 MoreToday we brought a harness for our outboard motor, so I don't drop it in the sea...
Read MoreThe water was ridiculously clear and I've never felt a warmer sea in my life. I've had colder baths.
Read MoreThe 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 MoreAn 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 MoreIt 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 MoreIt's a big blue watery road...
