Today is what Roger signed up for and we envisaged. Once we threaded ourself out of our overnight iron enclosure we drifted north on flat seas under a cloudless sky. If we looked to our right there was the boundless ocean with a few flecks of white sails on the horizon. To our left was a continuous cliff of high rise holiday homes. About midday a gentle breeze allowed us to slowly sail to our destination. A mere 15 miles covered. Here we are in the marina. We are starting to master stern too mooring on lazy lines. Off for a beer and tapas.
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