Leaving Ibiza for mainland Spain – voyage 57

When the shops opened again, we thought we’d pop in to the vet just to ask about Ruby’s juddering jaw. I asked the receptionist if she spoke English as a dog health discussion was going to be beyond me. She asked her colleague who invited us directly into the surgery. We then had a consultation,…

Ibiza town – voyage 56

I had called Andrea at Ibiza Magna as we passed Saint Eularia and she was pleased to give us the same berth. We recognised the Captainerie who took our ropes and chatted pleasantly about what’s new in the town, for instance, shouty-man was not on his usual bench. Bed linen needed washing and I actually…

Mahon, Minorca – voyage 55

Oh Spain, let me tell the the ways in which I love you. Humus, great Spanish cheeses, bovril, chedder in the shops. Cars that stop as you approach the crossing and don’t start until you have cleared it. Clean, clean streets, bins everywhere of every type, and dog shit bag dispensers on lampposts. Here is…

Return to Sardinia – voyage 54

After two nights at sea we arrived in Cagliari (Ca-lee-ah-RI), choosing not the cheapest, but the best located marina. On the quay was the office and bar, a few meters along is the ferry terminal, then the bus station, then the railway terminus. Cagliari has some lovely buildings, particularly the town hall which is Art…

Sicily – voyage 53

On to Cefalu (CHEF-alu) which I was very much looking forward to as the Norman, Roger l, landed at Cefalu, after the Normans conquered England in 1066. His son Roger ll, unlike his cousin William the Bastard, was a cultured man who allowed Jews, Arabs and Byzantines to flourish in the Kingdom of Sicily. He…

The Lighthouse of the Mediterranean – voyage 52

We made it to anchor off a little village called Poppia on the coast of Campania. I motored Octavia and Ruby to shore, found a little shop, stocked up and made lovely onion soup back on board. The little shoreline street had nice wrought iron railings and little “Cornish” cottages. In the morning we sailed…

The Amalfi Coast – voyage 51

Another well renown site, and in the Guardian’s Bucket List, is the Amalfi Coast. We sailed across the south side of the Bay of Naples and rounded the promontory at Sorento, the Scirocco taking us past Capri (see what I did there?) We approached Positano as the sun was setting then encountered a whole load…

Bay of Naples – voyage 50

Slipping out of Ostia in the evening was magical. We were pleased that we had paid less than we thought for the six weeks stay although 900 euros is still a lot of money as, or course, we bring our own home only getting electricity and water. A beautiful sun set out at sea, then…

Rome – voyage 49

Veni, Vidi, Vici. All roads lead to Rome. The Eternal City. When in Rome do as the Romans do. Et tu Brutus. Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears. (Enough Shakespeare). I love Rome. We get out of the Metro at Circus Massemo and walked around the footprint of the ancient race track. Of course,…

Sardinia – voyage 48

After a long and uneventful sail, we came into a beautiful, sheltered, shallow cove inside the northern spit of Sardinia called Rocca Ruja. The sea shallowed to a few meters at half a mile from the shore and it was so clear you could see camoflaged flat fish skimming along the ground. These flat fish…