After the grandeur of the Pyrenees, the French coast becomes rather uninteresting with few natural harbours or anchorages. Our mission was therefore to eat up the miles and seek overnight shelter in suitable marinas. Although this coast is renowned for high winds – in fact, I have never previously crossed the Gulf Du Lion without... Continue Reading →

After Paula’s departure from Barcelona, I spent the rest of the day preparing for Carl Beetham’s arrival in the morning. I woke up in the night with a limerick in my head about the tank disaster, I guess it is all part of the process, coming to terms like a bereavement. So, with the morning,... Continue Reading →

Our overnight to Barcelona was very relaxed. With only 110 miles and plenty of time, we set off with a speed requirement so modest that the engine was run at about 1500 revs to arrive on the fuel dock around 9am. This is where our problems started…………… Filling the tanks with diesel, I took care... Continue Reading →

I do hope Dave didn’t tell his friends and colleagues that he was going on a sailing holiday because that would have been a fabrication and the prospect for tomorrows overnight to Barcelona doesn’t look as though it will yield a rally in our sailing prospects. The upside is that we have plenty of time... Continue Reading →