Getting home – a comedy of errors…

Next morning, we awake in the dark in order to get Jamie and Lois checked in with three of our biggest bags that they are taking home for us. OMG, Jamie has lost his passport. We need to make a decision so Lois must go on her own with one of the bags. So, we…

Sitges and Barcelona – voyage 60

We glide in to the port of Sitges which is an expensive seaside town which the gays particularly like. Walking around I feel I could be in Fowey or Cowes as the shops are very expensive and exclusive. There was a lovely palace with these little carvings and a fantastic beach: We finally set sail…

Tarragona – voyage 59

Taraco is a Roman city steeped in the history of the Punic Wars. Tthe oldest Roman settlement on the Iberian Peninsula it became the capital of the Roman province of Hispania and it is a UNESCO world heritage site. What joy. As you all know, this coast was settled by Phoenicians and Greeks who mixed…

Valencia, our second visit – voyage 58

I am cosy in my forecabin. An extra foam mattress below me, a double duvet above, an electric blanket under my body. The inside of my celling window/escape hatch is soaking and starting to drip from my exhaled nightly breath. It is flat calm except for when the fishing boats go out, straining their engines…

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…