14th June

The wind has continued whistling, groaning, wailing and screaming. We're in the most sheltered part of the marina so only rock gently and vibrate from the effect of the wind on our shrouds. Our mooring ropes have been stretched tight but so far have held. This morning we took the bus to the Jewel of the Costa Smeralda, Porto Cervo. The row of superyachts and the quayside Rolls Royce dealership told us this was not the Sardinian equivalent of Lowestoft, or even Cowes. We wandered around. It was quiet and soulless. Then we took the bus back. Lucinda cleaned the boat while I had a siesta.