8th August 23 03N, 025 16W Hard to believe that it’s been four days since we set off. In some ways it seems like yesterday; in others years ago. We are starting to get into the rhythm of the days at sea; on watch; sleep and wake and cook and eat …. Read in the middle; do some… Continue reading South Till’ The Butter Melts
4th August 26 47N, 016 20W First night at sea and already everything is different. For one, we have a bit of wind and in a nice direction so from cruising for a while on one engine doing around 9 knots we tacked and are now doing around 9 with no engines at all. Yup;… Continue reading Hasta la Vista Baby.
4th August Las Palmas! Well gosh as unprepossessing as this place looked from the sea; it sure didn’t turn out that way on land. Our first few hours here weren’t fabulous – apart from the (now usual) grim approach to these ports – full of industrial cargo ships and the like – we came… Continue reading Me gustas tu
31st July So this morning I was lucky enough to wake up just in time to help the boys raise the other gennaker (this one is much bigger and looks more like a spinnaker to me; maybe it is – must ask!) So after a few minutes on the winch at the back and a… Continue reading Land Ho!
29th July Day One of the Atlantic proper and we have wind; not too much but enough to make the GC decide to try one of the two gennakers we picked up in La Ciotat. We’d been talking about getting one of these for years to use in the light Omani winds; it’s a light… Continue reading First taste of the big blue
Friday 28th July Cruising down the Straits of Gibraltar with Spain on the right and Morocco on the left … sea is flat; no wind against us; and it’s a lovely day; what can I say. After a morning in La Linea to do our last minute shopping (Betrave and I took a taxi to… Continue reading Fair winds and farewell Europe
23 – 28 July – La Linea Our first impressions of this little town were not the most flattering; arriving as we did late on a Saturday afternoon when all the shops were closed apart from the supermarket. Like so many places, without people it was dirty and dead. That early impression wasn’t changed much… Continue reading Some places just grow on you