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 MoreTavolara Island, a limestone Stegosaurus jutting out of the sea. One half of the 5km long landmass is a no-go zone, restricted to NATO personal only. It's also home to a fancy-pants transmitter which sends messages to submarines.
Without doubt James Bond lives up there.
Read MoreThe beaches looked stunning so we started with the bay of San Cipriano. We anchored in 5m depth with a good holding on a sandy bottom. The water was so clear it was hard not to think we were too shallow.
Read MoreAn awesome days sailing. We left at the crack of dawn to get in as many miles as possible. Out of the marina at first light we were granted a force 4 from behind, set the sails and cruised along at a steady 6 to 7 knots all day. It was ideal, seven hours flew by without so much as a tack in sight, although we did have to dodge a floating fridge!
Read MoreYou can see why the Italians holiday on Elba ( It's also a favourite of the Germans apparently). The vibe was italian seaside tourism at its best, unpretentious, clean, warm and slow. There is nothing shiny about Elba, but thats what gives it a glint.
Read MoreWe were lulled from our boat by the dulcet tones of the italian's having a party. Mojito in hand, the party turned out to be the Med equivalent of a barn dance. Which all the locals knew the lines to...
Read MoreFueling up in Italy is a game we have yet to figure out how to win...
Read MoreElba was a pleasant surprise. Elegant, relaxed, and without a hint of posh. I don't ever recall meeting anyone who had been on holiday to Elba. They are all missing out.
Read MoreIt's a big blue watery road...