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 MoreFrom Corsica, via the Levazzi Islands for lunch, we sailed into Sardinian sea's and the national park archipelago of La Maddelena Islands...
Read MoreFor all our Jersey crew, imagine a larger version of the Echrehous, crawling with tourists. As we were scoping out the busy situation we scored big time as another boat departed leaving us with their anchor spot, which seem to be as rare as hens teeth.
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 MoreIt was only a six hour crossing from Elba into the french waters of Corsica, and our first port of call in Corsica was Bastia. There wasn't too many boats around so we sailed in our birthday suits... love the freedom of the ocean!
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 MoreFueling up in Italy is a game we have yet to figure out how to win...
Read MoreIt's a big blue watery road...