Ile de Port Cros
/Oh 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 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 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 MoreIt's a big blue watery road...