19th September

It really doesn't feel like the end of sailing for the year. Obviously we've a lot to get back to but I could easily carry on while the weather is good and there are places to go. We left the public quay in Alghero, fuelled up and then crossed the bay to Fertilia. The total distance covered this season was 1534 nm. We've a few days to pack up before heading home. We look forward to seeing our family and friends and getting on with the other parts to our lives. We will be back though with new seas to explore.

18th September

The 20th is predicted to be windy and we needed to be in Fertilia before then so we opted to return south today. It was 42 miles downwind and under sail except for half an hour when the breeze died. A few miles out from the harbour we turned onto a reach, the wind got up and we were making over 9 knts before discretion took over and we took in some sail. We're once again on the public quay in Alghero. We can shop for non-perishables for next year.

17th September

In order to explore the island we hired a two seater electric car. We headed to the southern tip passing the old penal colony and random mules on the way. Coming from the other direction from Fornelli were cyclists, Land Rovers stuffed with tourists and a couple of 'trains'. We parked, plugged the vehicle into the power and went for a walk. We could see a boat labouring out through the passage we had used yesterday. We returned to Cala Reale and the only restaurant on the island for lunch. We then nipped into the turtle rescue centre where we paid to see three desultory creatures swimming around in small, barren, plastic tubs. They stay in them for anything from six months to three years. Is it worth getting rescued? It was then back in the buggy heading north to Cala D'Oliva. The bar was shut so we had a quick look and headed back to the boat.

16th September

We had a quiet night at anchor in Porte Conte, a bay five miles north of Alghero. From there heading further north the coastline is forbidding and undeveloped for thirty miles. We then had to cut through a narrow shallow channel between the mainland and the island of Asinara. This involved following two sets of leading marks to avoid the rocks on either side. Once safely through we were in a large sheltered bay opening out to the east. The pilot book was pretty unhelpful but it supplied a phone number for the national park. A quick conversation made it all clear and we ended up in a pontoon at Cala Reale on the east side of Asinara.

15th September

Stuart and Michael left this morning. We were sad to see them go. We motored across the bay to Fertlia to water up and make arrangements for the engines to be serviced. After lunch we made our way six miles north to the Porto Conte nature reserve and anchored for the night in Tramariglio Bay.

14th September

A small but significant triumph. We went to see the coastguard who said we could stay for free on the public quay. The man from the marina came by for a chat. 'Who told you you didn't have to pay? Was it the Frenchman?' They obviously try to keep quiet about it. We spent the morning exploring the old town. The afternoon was oppressive and humid. A perfect excuse for a siesta. And so to G&T time and a farewell supper for S&M at a restaurant overlooking the ocean.

13th September

Lucinda left her glasses at the restaurant last night so we went searching for them this morning. We then threaded our way through the narrow alleyways of the old town to reach the castle. The outer walls were more or less intact as was a chapel with frescoes. The views over the old town were spectacular with tiny coloured houses tumbling close-packed down the hill to the river. In the distance the white of sails signalled Sunday races taking place off the river mouth. We went for lunch at a Pizzeria which didn't sell pizzas at lunchtime. We set off back north in light winds which, as predicted, increased so we managed to sail most of the way. We planned to anchor for the night but decided it might be more comfortable in harbour. We should be able to stay for free on the public quay. Last time they got me to pay. Let's see what happens tonight.

12th September

I thought we could stay without charge on the town quay. Apparently not. After paying we pushed off south in light winds and flat seas. After about 15 miles we anchored for lunch off the deserted forbidding coast. The water was warm. It must have been as I went for a swim. We then lifted the anchor and motored further south to Bosa.

There was a small marina just inside the river entrance and we found a berth. In the evening we took the dinghy some 3km up river to the town of Bosa. In the dark we could see that the old town consisted of a warren of narrow cobbled streets beneath the castle. It was the festival of Mary the Virgin and there were shrines to her scattered throughout the town. There were street parties round every corner. We found a restaurant in a square and enjoyed the atmosphere.

11th September

We were at the small marina where we hope to leave Imagine for the winter. I went to the office and met Umberto, Giorgio, Bobo and Eugenio the dog. Everything was possible but no details were forthcoming. Welcome to Italy.

We motored across the bay to the historic city of Alghero and moored at the town quay underneath the old city walls. After lunch and a brief siesta we took a tourist boat to the local caves, the Grotta di Nettuno. They are in the next bay and the boat motors up to the entrance. The alternative is a vertiginous 654 step staircase steeply descending the cliff face. After the caves we had a beer in the old town, found a supermarket and ate onboard.

9th & 10th September

We set off early heading east. With the security of Menorca still clearly visible a dark storm cloud whipped up winds and seas far stronger than predicted. By afternoon things had settled down but the mainly northerly breezes were directing us towards the southern tip of Sardinia. As night fell we began our watches with me lying on the bed in the saloon. The sun dropped and disappeared suddenly leaving a tantalising brief afterglow. Looking up I could see the red, green and white of our steaming lights. The sails were dark shadows against the sky above. The stars were like spatters of white paint, some bright, others indistinct or smeared. It was easy to imagine they were set in a celestial sphere hanging above us. Dull white foam left a wake behind. No other vessel was seen during the night and we ploughed our solitary furrow in the unseen sea. The moon stayed hidden until 4:30 a.m. when it appeared as a thin crescent.

Dawn was directly ahead. It crept in, first signalling the event with a faint orange glow. As this brightened the sea around us became visible. Then the tip of the sun appeared rising majestically up and through the thin layer of cloud that stretched across the horizon ahead. We still had a fair way to go and laboured on sometimes sailing, sometime motorsailing, and finally motoring. We had passed into Italian waters and the Spanish courtesy flag came down to be replaced by the Italian one. We finally berthed just over 36 hours after leaving Menorca. A couple of bottles of Cava were opened to celebrate then it was showers and off to the town to eat. We should sleep well tonight.

8th September

We weren't sure what it is but the Jaleo started at 12:30 in the main square. We arrived early and found a spot while the crowds gathered. Eventually a carriage arrived escorted by the horsemen (and women) on foot without their steeds. Loud bells rang out from several locations. A bit later the riders, now mounted, reappeared. The band began to play. One rider after another came into the square wheeling and rearing their mount. Some people stood underneath the horses holding up their legs to help prolong the time they were rearing up. This was repeated many times, and then again as the parade came round the block a second time. At this stage we decided lunch was overdue and departed.

I came ashore in the early evening while the others decided to chill and then eat out. Eventually I found myself in a long avenue lined with straw bales protecting the lampposts. I'd found the race course. I had to wait a long time. Then a small group of riders came by and disappeared. About twenty minutes later they came back. Some time later four pairs of horses galloped past me down the street. Then it began to pour with rain. I was starting to think the others had made the right decision. I'd had enough of the horses and arrived soaking wet at the restaurant in time to enjoy a pizza with the others.

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7th September

Some of my fans (well only one actually) has complained about lack of yesterday's blog. Here it is.

We awoke in our wonderful peaceful anchorage. S & M visited the Mola, the magnificent fortifications overlooking the entrance to Mahon harbour while Lucinda and I stayed on Imagine. When they returned we moved to a 'floating island' opposite the main town. In the afternoon we went to see the festival. Try as I might I could find very little information on line about the biggest festival of the year in the Island's biggest town. The tourist office was shut, after all it was a holiday. So we wandered around town and eventually came across a cavalcade of horsemen dressed in black morning coats and white trousers. The horses looked pretty good too. There were also giants parading down different streets. There was meant to be a finale somewhere but we decided to go to eat instead. And so back to the boat.

6th September

We had a restless night with the dinghy banging against the hull. The morning was gloomy and windy. We went for a walk to the next bay and back. After lunch we pushed off East and South towards Mahon. Once round the nearest headland we managed to sail which was welcome after all the motoring we have done. The sea was still lumpy but as we turned downwind it felt a lot more comfortable. By late afternoon we were at anchor inside the magnificent natural harbour of Mahon.

5th September

The morning found us more or less in the same position as the night before. We took in the shore lines and anchor and went round the corner to fill up with diesel and water. It was a hard slog up the West coast into big seas and strong head winds. Inevitably the wind veered round against us as we turned East along the North shore of Menorca. Fornells was 20 miles away but we only managed to motor the last two. We picked up a buoy for the night, walked to the old British built tower and the even older Spanish fort. It was then time for a beer, a quick shower on board and a meal in the town.

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4th September

We had a restful night and the day started clear and bright. In the morning we went ashore to shop and to have some more tapas for lunch. Back on the boat Michael and Stuart helped put supports on the table. They were about to head in to town for a beer when a decision was made to re anchor. This provided considerable amusements to onlookers on the shore. Eventually we achieved success, more or less, and M & S headed into town. As darkness fell so the rain clouds rolled in bringing more thunder and lightning.

1st to 3rd September

It feels as though the summer is over in England and we're heading back to the boat. Michael Wilkey met us at Barcelona airport and Stuart Withington arrived later and made his way to Sant Carles. Imagine was looking good although a big storm had passed through earlier. We had tapas and retired in preparation for an early start in the morning.
We motored round the marina to the boat yard. After her bottom was scrubbed pristine we were back in the water and heading East. The forecast was far from perfect but it should do.

The first few hours were painful as we tacked laboriously into choppy seas. Land took an awfully link time to recede and every nautical mile nearer our destination was won with twice that distance sailed. Eventually the wind and waves eased off allowing us to motor in the right direction.

That night the moon was bright enough to see by. In the distance to our right, and behind us, the sky was lit by lightning, sometimes in prolonged bursts like some celestial fireworks display. Fortunately our route remained clear. That statement was optimistic. The storm from behind slowly got nearer until a dark front swept over wiping all light from outside. Lightning filled the sky transiently illuminating the circular world surrounding the boat. Every few minutes one of the lightning bolts racing up in the clouds would take a different route and hit the sea. Then came the rain, and then the wind. First at over 30 knots from behind, then less fiercely from one side followed by calm and then a wind from the other direction. In all it lasted about an hour. By this time dawn had broken and the indistinct grey of Majorca was visible off our starboard quarter. Just when all seemed to have settled down another storm hit followed by yet another, although neither was as fierce as the first to hit. Each brought initial strong winds then calm and rain.

Finally Ciudadela was in sight but a huge grey cloud was sitting on top of it. We turned into the cloud and cracks of thunder reverberated around us. We approached the anchorage in torrential rain, eventually putting the hook into the bottom with a line ashore. By this time we were all soaked. Two beers later we felt better and the sun came out.

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6th to 8th July

I know, I know. I said no more postings. I apologise. We've been packing up and stocking up, cleaning and walking and sitting by the pool and tomorrow we're coming home.

We pass a maritime museum on the way to the shops. Usually it is shut. A it was open we went to have a look. It is an extravagant building for the town and for the contents. We fancifully imagined EU money had been spent in it, it's hard to imagine an elected local council splashing the cash. The exhibits were magnificently displayed even if they mainly consisted of shells and stuffed fish. Surreal.

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4th and 5th July

We slept badly expecting a storm. However there was little wind overnight and Imagine remained attached to the sea bed. We got up early and walked to the lighthouse overlooking Soller. It was mid morning by the time we got back so we pushed off heading for the Spanish mainland. The winds were light to non existent for the whole crossing and we were only able to use a sail to assist the engines for a few hours. The sunset was great. The moon rose behind us after about an hour of darkness and it was spectacular. Enormous and glowing golden orange, as it rose it gave enough light for us to see clearly. It was chased away by the dawn at 6:30 a.m. We arrived in Sant Carles after a crossing of 113 miles which took 22 hours. So far this season we have travelled 970 nm. We will be back in September hopefully heading to Sardinia. Until then this blog is on holiday.

3rd July

Anchor angst! Up until 9pm all was tranquil. Then a strong wind arose blowing from the shore. As darkness fell it became even stronger. Then sirens and hooters sounded. Shadowy figures appeared on decks all around. Opposite a large monohull was sliding in a stately fashion between two other boats as its anchor dragged. People rushed out in dinghies to save it. A large bright moon rose over the hill behind the port. The wind speed increased. Other boats started dragging. The beam of the lighthouse swept over the scene as boats put on navigation lights and started moving. Eventually about 15 boats, about a third of those at anchor, dragged or were moved. It was mayhem. I stood watch until nearly one am by which time the wind was subsiding. By two it was flat calm with an oily sea rocking us with the swell left over from the storm. In the morning boats were scattered throughout the anchorage with large gaps showing where vessels had upped anchor and disappeared.

In the morning we took a bus to Deia. The road clung to the mountainside giving glimpses of the sea. This time Robert Graves's house was open. We learned a bit about his life and works and admired the tranquil garden. The lady at the kiosk said we might die if, as planned, we walked back to Soller in the midday sun. So we had a drink and took the bus back to the boat.

Later a French couple came by in their dinghy. A runaway British boat had hit them in the night causing damage. The offending boat had done an early morning flit. Did we know them? They also said it would blow up again tonight. I will be standing by with my foghorn and searchlight although a good night's sleep would be wonderful.

2nd July

I did tell the man who collected the mooring money we might be leaving early. We left at 6am and there was no one to collect the fee. We are now in Soller on the west coast of Majorca. We decided to do it all in one go, a distance of 73 miles. We motored the whole distance with some assistance from the sail for a few hours. For part of the journey we had a slightly unpleasant swell but otherwise the trip was uneventful. The anchorage is pretty crowded but we managed to squeeze into a corner. When we were here before the anchor dragged. Let's hope we will be ok tonight.

1st July

We sailed gently downwind another 7 miles to Fornells. We've been here before and it is a lovely sheltered bay with an attractive town. We picked up a buoy and later went to the far shore for a walk. Other boats trying and failing to pick up buoys provided some amusement before we went to the town for our supper.

30th June

After breakfast we took the dinghy to the town to do a walk. This was described in two of our guide books although each set of instructions was subtle different from the other. All went well for the first mile until we found ourselves blundering through the dense, impenetrable, thorny maquis trying to find a path. This went on for about an hour before we found ourselves back on route. It didn't take long to get lost again and we never did find the walled Talayotic enclosure, a prehistoric site. Eventually we retraced our steps and found the path back for a total walk of 7.5 miles. It was then back to the boat, a quick dip to cool off and cast off from the buoy. We were able to sail down the coast to Addaya. The entrance is narrow, windy, shallow and surrounded by rocks. Once inside we anchored beyond the town in a shallow pool. We went into the marina for a drink, had a look around and went back to the boat for the evening.

28th June

The night was windless and the dawn magnificent over our anchorage. We motored north and then west along the north coast of Menorca. We anchored off the town of Grao and went ashore to stock up with essentials such as cucumber and melon. After lunch we motored round to the other side of Isla Colom and picked up a buoy for the night. We took the dinghy to the island but could not find any paths that went more than 100 metres from the beach. We retreated to Imagine and took a taxi boat to Grao to eat over looking the beach. The taxi took us back and so to bed. It was our anniversary; 36 years.

28th June

We got up early and motored the mile to Ratjada marina to drop off Sue and Roger. We then started on the trip back to Mahon, Minorca. It was windless for the first thirty miles and the engines droned as we motored across glassy seas. Then, as predicted, the wind started blowing from where we were headed. Our speed dropped and we ground our way slowly onwards for the next few hours until we reached the harbour. There we refuelled, 238 litres as you asked. We then moved to the anchorage for the night.

June 27th

Sadly this is Sue and Roger's last day. We did the crossing from Menorca to Majorca so they can get their flight tomorrow. We left early, shortly after dawn, and motored most of the way in light winds and flat seas. We were able to sail the last ten miles to anchor in Cala De Sa Font, just south of Ratjada. Time for a swim, drinks and supper.

26th June

We slept soundly attached to our floating artificial island. Sue and Roger went shopping. When they returned we motored out towards the entrance to the harbour
where we anchored. Later we visited La Mola, the fortress of Isabel II. It was largely built in the mid 19th century. These massive fortifications are on several levels and many layers from outside to in. Some of of the underground corridors stretch for many yards regularly punctuated with slots for cannons or small arms. Apparently it was used by Franco to house political prisoners. And so back to the boat for a swim (yes me too), drinks and dinner.

25th June

We had a fine sail east and then south to Mahon, the capital of Minorca. The town is up a long inlet the entrance to which is guarded by several forts and gun emplacements, the legacy of the multiple occupations and battles that have taken place here. We moored on a floating "island" opposite the old town. We went to the marina to see if there was any chance of leaving Imagine for July and August. No way at the price quoted. We then walked through the old town and ate on board.

24th June

Our neighbour woke us at 3am to tell us he thought our anchor had dragged. He was right. While sorting out the lines the dinghy was untied and in the morning had floated several boats further down the line. Sue bravely dived in to rescue it. We then headed north and east round the top of Menorca. We had to punch into a northeasterly but made good progress although sailing 27 miles to cover 20. We picked up a buoy in Fornells, a delightful well protected inlet with a small town and harbour. We went for a walk, did some shopping and ate at a restaurant.

23rd June

Today was the first day of the festival of Sant Joan. The first event, at 2pm, was the parade of horses. We set off for the main square which was pretty empty. We were directed across town to where the event took place. We battled against crowds going in the opposite direction only to find we had missed it. Never mind; back to the boat for gin and lemon. We returned to the main square in plenty of time for the evening festivities. The horses and riders circled the square rearing and swirling through the middle of the crowd. The band played a short catchy song over and over and the crowds leaped in the air, arms raised, yelling Olé. We had time for a drink before going to watch the hazelnut throwing. The street was strewn with the nuts, teenagers were clutching their big plastic bottles of iced gin and lemon, and random girls were being flung high into the air while sackfuls of nuts were being hurled over the heaving mass of the crowd. Many were wearing maroon coloured Sant Joan T shirts. We then had some delightful Tapas before returning to the centre. This time the riders raced up the narrow central street rearing over some of the more foolhardy spectators while we stood inches away on the pavement. The horses then gathered in the main square and we found ourselves corralled in the middle of a circling herd. Eventually things settled down and we headed back to the dinghy through the swaying packs of girls and boys.

22nd June

Although we are secure in our spot an unpleasant swell flowing into the inlet rocked us all night. We intended to go early to town but instead spent several hours fiddling with the anchor and shore lines. After that we went in, did the shopping and saw the cathedral. Later we went in again. Lucinda and I walked out to the end of the harbour while the Greens went shopping. We ate on board and went to bed with the hope that the swell would subside.

21st June

We sailed west to the western tip of Minorca and then north to Ciutadella. We anchored in the inlet leading to the town and then took some lines ashore. After lunch we took the dinghy to town and happened upon the parade led by a man carting a live lamb around in his shoulders. It was then back to the boat before going in to eat at a harbour front restaurant.

20th June

We had completely swung round in the night but everything was peaceful in the morning. After breakfast we walked through the woods to the adjacent Cala and back. This was enough for Lucinda and U to achieve our target steps. Our anchorage filled up with day boats and sunbathers on the beach but by 7pm it was silent once more.

19th June

We set off early and motored the 26 miles to Minorca. We ended up in Cala Turqueta, a small inlet on the south coast. There was a wonderful beach but sadly no bar. It was noisy as tourist boats came and went. By 7pm the beach was almost empty and including us four boats stayed the night. We put out the kedge to keep us bows in to any swell and ate on board.

18th June

We managed to do some cleaning and maintenance before catching a tourist boat to visit the caves two Calas south of us. The caves D'Artà extend 450m into the rock face. It was where Catalan soldiers smoked out and slaughtered 1000 Moorish refugees who were sheltering there. Sue and Roger turned up mid afternoon. It was then shopping, drinks on board, Tapas and bed.

17th June

The day started bright and windless. We broke out of our self imposed hideout and headed north. We motored, then sailed and finally had to motor again. We are in the harbour in Cala Ratjada. We have been to the supermarket to restock and will charge the batteries and fill the water tank.

16th June

This morning we took the bus to Felanitx. After a quick look at the church of Sant Miquel we took a taxi to the castle of Santueri. The approach is impressive with a gatehouse and ramparts encircling a rocky plateau. However apart from the views, which are stunning, that's all there is to it. We then walked back the 12k to Port Colom aware of the dense bank of cloud pursuing us to our destination. We got caught on the edge of town but the downpour was brief and we were on the boat when the rain fell again later.

15th June

We're still waiting for the thunderstorm to come through, probably tomorrow. We left our secure buoy to go 2.5 miles south for lunch. This was a beautiful but narrow Cala. We dropped anchor but to safely stay any time we would have needed to take lines ashore. After half an hour we decided to head back to our buoy. Later we went for a walk and visited the supermarket before eating onboard.

14th June

The sky remains overcast and the atmosphere oppressive. Rains are forecast on the next day or two and it feels like it. With the uncertainty we elected to stay where we are. We read the papers and went for a walk around the headland and on a couple of calas.

13th June

We went ashore late morning and sat at a café until Kennan and Melanie caught their bus. We went back to the boat and I had a siesta while Lucinda cleaned. After supper we sat down to watch Zombieland. Lucinda lasted less than five minutes.

12th June

Late evening the wind swung round to the south, the direction to which our anchorage was completely open. As the wind increased waves lifted Imagine and the noise of the wind and waves reverberated through the hull. Lucinda and I moved to the saloon to sleep. It was a pitch black night and as the wind increased we saw lights appear on boats around us as first one boat dragged its anchor and then another. We lay awake until 5am on anchor watch until the wind finally died away. The morning was then overcast with a light drizzle. We moved round the southern tip of Majorca and headed north on a mission to find a quiet place to spend the night. We anchored in Cala Gran for lunch as the sun appeared. Later we arrived in Porto Colom for the night. We picked up a buoy and went ashore to eat.

11th August

There were strong winds this morning as we walked up to the castle. We had a drink at the bar and went back to the boat for lunch. As forecast the wind died in the early afternoon. The plan was to head for South West Majorca but the easterly winds made that a bit tedious. So we headed to an anchorage just west of Colonia de Sant Jordi. We'll have showers on board and go ashore to eat.

10th August

Today our guest discovered this was really a waking holiday based on a boat. This morning we walked to the lighthouse and this afternoon to the top of the other side of the island. According to my App we walked over 13 miles in total. I also commissioned the water maker and almost went swimming. A few drinks at the cantina and back to the boat to eat.

9th June

We went for a wander on shore and the two 385s looked fantastic anchored in the narrow Cala. We said goodbye to the crew of ID and headed south towards Cabrera. This island is 8 miles off the south coast of Majorca. Once there we picked up a buoy. The others went ashore for a drink. We will eat on board.

8th June

The supermarket opened at 9am and we were first through the door. We needed a taxi to take our provisions back to the marina. A quick trip to the chandlery and then we were ready to head off. In convoy with Infinite Dream we headed 16 miles east to Cala Pi. This is a narrow inlet with a beach at its tip. We anchored and then spent some time getting a line ashore. Infinite Dream made it look much easier. Kennan went for a swim and caught a jellyfish in his armpit. We then all went to the beach and with our friends had wonderful Sangria and the bar. It was then back to ID for drinks before supper on board.

7th June

We took a bus to Deia, a small village on the west coast of Majorca. Robert Graves lived here for many years. The bus was crowded and we had to stand. As it was a Sunday Robert's house was closed. We stood by a sign and think we saw the outside of the house. The village has a spectacular setting with the sea on one side and steep mountains in the other. The hills are heavily terraced and houses are all traditional stone built. There was nothing to do but sit down and enjoy and wonderful tapas meal. Back in Palma we set off for the supermarket which we discovered was shut. We waited for Kennan and Melanie who flew in from London. There was time for a swim, a directionless walk round the old town in search of a restaurant, and then more tapas.

6th June

Our peaceful overnight anchorage rapidly filled up over the morning. By lunchtime there were 40 boats crammed into our little bay. Fortunately nobody had fouled our anchor and after lunch we were able to thread our way through to get out into the open waters of Palma Bay. It was then 5 miles round to Palma harbour and the real club nautico. Our friends on Infinite Dream were making the crossing from Ibiza and luckily the club could also accommodate them. I spent the afternoon unblocking the toilet once again. In the evening the 6 of us all went into town for Tapas. It meant I missed seeing Barca win the European Champions league. The sacrifices I have to make.

5th June

We motored sedately against a light wind 15miles East and into Palma bay. We're now at anchor in a delightful little bay not far from Palma. This is a popular lunch stop. Boats are starting to leave. I wonder how many will be here overnight.

4th June

We took the 9 o'clock bus round the coast to San Elm. Dragonera Island lies just off this small tourist village and boats lay at anchor in its bay. We headed inland up into the hills and had a wonderful walk through the forest up over a high ridge and back into Andraitx. By the time I got back I was capable of nothing more than lying in my bed. Later we went aboard Blue Sky for drinks before eating aboard.

3rd June

We're secure on a buoy in the heart of Andratx harbour, a wonderful natural inlet in the south coast of Majorca. The town lies some 5 miles inland from here. We found out where Boris had banned the bendy buses to as we boarded one to take us there. It was market day and we wandered among the stalls. There are about five different types of stall repeated many times. It gives the impression of a big rambling bazaar with many near identical tables selling shoes or wallets or tea shirts or handbags. After walking to the church, which was closed, we had a light lunch and had a delightful stroll back along small roads lined with olive groves and superb casas. We're eating on board tonight and enjoying the view.

2nd June

We had a wonderful, peaceful night at anchor. We left Portinatx shortly after 7am heading for Majorca. We motored the first hour or so, then motor sailed and finally had the engines off for the last 20 miles. Five miles out we came together with Rob and Carolyn on Blue Sky who had set off from the east coast of Ibiza. We are now on a buoy in the harbour of Andraitx. We will have supper ashore with our friends. Goodbye Ibiza. It may be some time before we return.

1st June

Last night we were anchored in Cala Talamanca, the bay next to Ibiza town. Although there was no wind an annoying swell made it's way into the bay. Imagine lay at right angles to it and we had an interrupted night rolling in our bed with the noise of the water slopping in the tank by my right ear adding to the discomfort. Today we motored north up the east coast and stopped in Cala Boix for lunch. With southerly winds predicted this was not a good place to stop for the night. We continued north investigating several anchorages as we went. None were great for a safe overnight anchorage so we pressed on to Cala Portinax which we know well. When we were last here there were only 4 other boats at anchor. Tonight there are twice that number. We should have a settled night and will head to Majorca tomorrow.

31st May

Once again we headed out of San Antonio, possibly for the last time. The plan was to head to Espalmador to meet Rob and Carolyn on Blue Sky. We were running late so we headed directly to Ibiza town. We discovered they had left early and were already berthed in one of the marinas. We motored alongside and said hello. The marina turned us down, as did the Club Náutico, so we headed round the corner to anchor in Cala Talamanca. The plan is to eat on shore tonight.

30th May

The blog recommences. Our week in the UK was exhausting. We are now back on Imagine and need a holiday. However we no longer have holidays so we will soldier on. I have now discovered that the only engineer in the Balearics for our broken outboard works opposite our berth. However he is on sick leave for another week. I brought a propeller repair kit from the UK which I had to get from Lowestoft. It cost 120 euros. All I needed was a 0.39 Euro pin which the gave me for nothing here in Ibiza.

21st and 22nd May

Yesterday morning was overcast so we hung around at anchor until noon when we could enter the marina. The rest of the day was spent packing up and doing jobs before eating ashore.
Today we took a taxi to the airport and flew to Gatwick. We are now waiting in London for a breakdown service as Lucinda's car would not start. C'est la vie.

This blog is now on holiday for a week.

20th May

We had another wild night at anchor. The morning was cold (ish) and overcast. By late morning it was becoming brighter and we went ashore and found someone who should be able to fix the outboard (fingers crossed). We continued walking along the seashore until we found a restaurant several bays further on. It was then back to the boat. We re anchored this morning to get a bit more space. The wind swung round this evening to put us close to a navigation buoy. We had to move again. Hopefully tonight will be peaceful.

19th May

We woke up to find the boat more or less where she had been the night before, always a good start. The forecast was for cloud and perhaps a bit of rain and it was predicted to be like that for the next three days. We sailed west in perfect sailing conditions hitting well over 8 knots. Port Roig was 10 miles away and we planned to take a look. It's a secluded and very sheltered inlet but there are no facilities ashore. Faced with several days of inclement weather we thought it best to head back to San Antonio. At least there we can take bus trips, walk and find some entertainment. I also spoke to the electric outboard agent in the UK who was not much help. Fortunately there is an agent on the harbour road almost opposite us. Sadly he had packed up early. We'll hopefully find out tomorrow if he can fix the engine.

18th May

What a glorious feeling waking up after a peaceful night secure in a tranquil inlet. The British man sailing alone rowed ashore with his dogs and we headed back to Formentera. It took 3 hours to motor to Caló de S'Oli a large bay just west of Puerto De Sabina, Formentera's harbour. We took the dinghy ashore after lunch. The main town on the island is San Francisco Xavier which is a couple of miles inland. We took a taxi there and arrived shortly before all the shops shut for siesta. Lucinda needs her walk so we took another bus 9km out of town and walked back arriving just in time for the shops to open. It was then back to the harbour and the relief of seeing Imagine still resting to her anchor in the bay. It was a lovely day so something had to go wrong. On the way back my new electric outboard refused to work at anything above half revs. There is no mention of the possibility of anything like this in the handbook. Will BA let me take an outboard back as hand luggage on Friday?

17th May

We had an uncomfortable night as the swell rolled into the lagoon. In the morning we crossed the bay to Formentera but didn't fancy the anchorage by the harbour so we went further south to Cala Sahona. We anchored off the beach but couldn't escape the swell so I decided not to stick around. Instead we headed up the west coast of Ibiza. On the way the wind died and the sea became smoother. We ended up in Cala Llonga where we anchored for the night. This is a well sheltered narrow inlet with hotels on either side and a beach at the apex enclosed by restaurants and shops. As the sun started to set we went ashore to eat.

16th May

Last night was more peaceful, largely because I rearranged the shore lines. However in the process I became stranded on the pontoon and had to get Lucinda out of bed to help which took a lot of yelling. The wind was still strong in the morning and we had to beat into heavy seas to get out of the bay. Once round the corner and heading south we were sailing downwind so everything became a lot pleasanter. Throughout the day the wind kept us guessing blowing between west and east and anything from over 20 knots to zero. We ended up anchored off Espalmador, across the bay from Formentera. We sat on the foredeck (or rather I sat and Lucinda lay) and ate on board.

15th May

The hull is like an echo chamber. Wind noise is magnified and every creak of a rope reverberates through the boat. Neither of us slept much last night. It blew fairly hard but it sounded like a tornado down below and every slight movement was mirrored by the tensing and relaxing of the lines. Thinking something dreadful was going on I would go on deck only to find Imagine secure and fairly peaceful in her berth. In the morning we set off with a purpose on the bus to Ibiza town. We had a 14k walk mapped out, round the harbour, along the shore to S'Estanyol, and back. Thankfully it was a lot cooler than yesterday. After a couple of hours we got to the beach at S'Estanyol. There was a bar with tables and chairs arranged on the terrace. I was desperate for a drink. Sadly it was closed. So it was back up to the top of the mountain and the direct inland route back to Ibiza town. After lunch we had a quick walk through the old town before it was back on the bus.

After recuperation I got to work while Lucinda walked to the supermarket. I have now finally, I hope, fixed the toilet. I also had to rebuild the shower drain and pump which also seems to be working. All three of our fresh water hoses began leaking so they have all been ditched and we have a new reinforced 25m hose. I can't think of any more outstanding task. Something will occur no doubt. It's time for a shower and then out to eat.

14th May

I had a restless night thinking the wind would get up and concerned the anchor would drag. My fears were unfounded and despite regularly getting up to check, the wind died away and the boat remained peacefully at anchor. Just before noon the wind suddenly increased. We had a challenging time berthing in the fuel bay before making our way to the pontoon in the marina. All afternoon the charter boats came into the berths opposite us. They must have been summoned back to base. Apart from when they threatened to prang us it provided some amusement watching the attempts to come in and park with a strong cross wind complicating the whole business. I spent the afternoon investigating the gas alarm and cleaning out toilet hoses. Later Gavin and Lica came aboard for beers. They have been heading round the world from New Zealand and are heading to Scandinavia and then London in time for the rugby World Cup.ag

13th May

We had a peaceful night secured to the rock face. In the morning the atmosphere was damp and there were low clouds over the hills. Beyond our cosy cove white horses were riding the surface of the sea. Outside our shelter the wind was blowing 20 knts but in the perfect direction to blow us north at 7 knts under reacher alone. We've retreated to the harbour of San Antonio. The bottom is mainly weed. We had 5 goes at anchoring as we kept on dragging. Fingers crossed we won't drift tonight. The wind is predicted to be strong tomorrow so we've booked into the marina for two nights from tomorrow. That will give us the opportunity to water up and to take a bus to see Ibiza town. Maybe we'll meet Ed Miliband. He's meant to be here.

12th May

The weather still remains benign, at least in this side of the island. We retraced our steps eastward beyond Sant Antonio to a small bay, Cala Badella. This is a rocky sided inlet with limited room to swing at anchor. Lucinda loves these places as we drop anchor, reverse towards the cliff wall, and then she has to row ashore with a long line to tie around a suitable rock. If this works, and it usually does, the anchor stretches out into the middle of the bay and we have two lines holding us back to the shore. We are now at a bar on the beach enjoying a sundowner. Let's hope everything remains secure overnight.

11h May

We got up early for a long walk up to the lighthouse and beyond. We had instructions from the tourist office but still got lost in the woods. Happily we eventually found our way back to discover Imagine was the only boat in the bay. Sadly the toilet macerate is not working. This is the device that chews up paper and bodily wastes and without it we are at risk of catastrophic and smelly toilet failure. Googled the manufacturers website but could not find any instructions. An online forum said they were crap toilets - inevitably. Never mind. We've been joined by one German and two British boats.

10th May

This morning we walked along the cliff to an old lookout tower overlooking the sea. After lunch we sailed 4 miles up the coast to Portinax. This is another bay sheltered from every direction except the North. It has a handful of restaurants, a few shops, a couple of hotels and buses to other parts of the island. We were here last year. The forecast for Thursday night is for strong winds so we thought a night in a marina might be sensible. One of the marinas in Ibiza town quoted 173 euros per night without power or water. No thanks. We'll probably go back to Sant Antonio. We will see. We took the dinghy ashore to eat. We're on a waterside balcony, a man is quietly playing the Spanish guitar and the sun is setting over the bay. Imagine is peacefully at anchor with 4 other boats.

9th May

The winds were from the east so we headed up the west coast. On the way the winds off the cliffs were 25 knots or more but we made steady progress in fairly smooth waters. By noon we were anchored in Port Miguel, a sheltered inlet with a beach, several restaurants, a Spar and a couple of hotels; perfect. One of the hotels was a grand tiered edifice which I thought was rather grand. Lucinda thought it was ghastly. We went ashore for drinks, tapas and a wander before eating onboard.

8th May

We got up early and went for an 8 mile walk. It took us out of San Antonio and along the coast until we turned inland and headed back. While we were out our MP, Simon Hughes, had been ousted. Cameron was back as PM, and Miliband, Farage and Clegg had all resigned. As forecast the wind increased in the afternoon and its direction reversed several times so that the view out of the window swung from shore to sea as we swung at the end of the anchor. I have a headache from the incessant bass beat coming from the shore. After all this is Ibiza's party capital. We'll go ashore later to eat.

7th May

Sadly our postal ballot forms arrived in Spain a day after we left the marina. We have no responsibility for the next government elected in today's general election. We had a peaceful night at anchor although in the morning we were facing the opposite direction from when we dropped the hook. We've been ashore and had a wander round. Soon we will take the dinghy ashore for a wander and a drink. The wind is getting up tomorrow so we will stay another day.

6th May

We're now in Ibiza. The winds were favourable and we sailed the total 58 miles to San Antonio. We anchored in the harbour and hope it holds. The toilet blocked again. My task for this evening involves rubber gloves and a bucket.

5th May

This morning we went to visit the castle. We could see how the town has expanded and changed over the last century. It is a fishing and recreational harbour as well as a gateway to the Balearics. In the evening we had Tapas in town

4th May

We're now in Denia, the most expensive marina on the coast as the lady in the office gleefully told me. We had to motor the whole way in windless conditions. Today's problem was the blocked toilet. I knew what to do as this happened last year. I am now smelly and wet and we don't have electricity or a laundrette.


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3rd May

The forecast suggested it would have been a tedious grind to get to Denia so we stayed another day. Off to the zoo the by tram and train. What a brilliant place. Only African animals in naturalistic surroundings and a fabulous live show. By early afternoon it was stiflingly hot and we crawled back to the refuge of the boat to chill out. As it cools we'll go for a wander and get ready for departure tomorrow.

2nd May

It looks like something is wrapped round my port propeller. I spent the morning investigating. I should just jump in the water and gave a look. I finally concluded that, probably, it's ok. Let's hope so. We went into Valencia old town for lunch and did touristy things. Then off to ride the big wheel by the harbour and supper by the beach.

1st May

The sun hung low behind the cranes as we left this morning. The first couple of hours were windless. Then the wind picked up blowing strongly directly from Valencia. We spent several hours making slow progress tacking up the coast. As we neared our destination the seas became smoother and we motored the last 10 miles into the marina.

30th April

Time to leave Sant Carles. We set off early heading south down the Spanish coast. The wind was light and we motored most of the way to Castellon, a commercial harbour with a fishing port and marina attached. We walked ashore but there was not much to see, and then ate aboard.

29th April

We were marking time today. The town is deserted and hardly any restaurants are open. This morning was cold and overcast so we decided to stay another day. This afternoon was brighter so we walked through town along the front and then back through the almond trees. Lucinda continued polishing the chrome.


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28th April

Last night was very windy. Imagine strained at the twin bow lazy lines, swaying and yawing against the creaking ropes. Several times the plastic disk fell out of the hatch above Lucinda's head jerking us awake. I imagined the lines parting and the boat being dashed against the quay. We awoke exhausted to find all was tranquil. We did the last of the jobs, went shopping and walked to a hill above the town. We're going out to eat.


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27th April

The forecasted strong winds arrived with overcast skies and a drop in temperature. We wore long trousers and fleeces while doing the shopping in the morning. By early afternoon the weather had improved so we took a long walk along the shore and then inland through almond and olive groves. Rain is expected later this week and I'm expecting a parcel of boat bits from England so we'll stay here for a few more days.

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25th and 26th April

The last major task was inflating the dinghy. We did that and walked into town. We discovered a supermarket that was much closer than the one we had been using, and a Chinese emporium; success.
On Sunday we went out into the lagoon. The outboard engine worked well although the dinghy floor will need refitting. Otherwise all seems set. We continue with Game of Thrones series 4.


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24th April

Max and Diana's dogs survived the night locked in their car. They had a walk and the rest of us made a leisurely start out into the lagoon to give our visitors a taste of the nautical life. All systems worked well and we anchored for lunch before returning to bid them farewell.

23rd April

Here she is; rebuilt passarelle, recovered helm seat and polished hull. Today was spent putting the three sails on. The remaining major task is to inflate the dinghy. Max and Diana have just turned up. They are staying the night, their first time onboard.

22nd April

This morning was overcast with drops of rain. By the afternoon it had brightened up and, dressed in shorts and wellies, we had washed the outside of the boat. We launched, she floated, the engines worked forwards and reverse, we moored in the marina. How could I ever think something would go wrong?

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21st April

It takes considerable forethought to limit the number of beers or evening cups of tea. Night time toilet trips involve getting out onto the dusty deck, descending a rickety ladder and tracking across a gloomy yard to the toilet block. Today the propellers were reattached (crossed fingers the right way round), the sail drives were anti fouled and we continued to put the boat back together. We can't do too much until we're back in the water which will be tomorrow.

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We're back

In our bags were propeller blades, life buoy lights, gaskets, charts and pilot books, and two packs of Bran Flakes. Imagine is ashore, a bit dusty but otherwise fine. We have a bit of anti fouling, some greasing and polishing to do and then we hope to launch on Wednesday.

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Test and warning

This is a test to myself that my blog is still active, and a warning that Lucinda and I head off tomorrow to Imagine. I'm expecting her to be dirty and tired. I'm hopeful that there is still power in the batteries topped up over the winter by the solar panels. I anticipate that there will be a unanticipated problems. I'll be relieved to get on board and find that rats have not gained entry. I'm hopeful, but only mildly, that the work we asked the yard to do last September has been carried out. I got an email on Thursday from the yard asking me the location of the passarelle they were meant to have repaired, and that followed an earlier email saying they had it in the workshop. All will become clearer.

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