Cassis & Port Miou
/The view is not the only thing to take your breathe away in Port Miou...
Read MoreThe view is not the only thing to take your breathe away in Port Miou...
Read MoreWhilst 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 MoreWe 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 MoreI'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 MoreOh Port Cros you have my heart. You smell like pine needles and sea salt and eucalyptus. You are splendid and, in mediterranean terms, unspoilt...
Read MoreCaptain 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 MoreSt Tropez didn’t even wait a day to show off. Our first afternoon we were greeted with the single best entrance I’ve ever seen … and I’ve seen Beyonce in concert.
Read MoreWatching 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 MoreIt's a big blue watery road...