15th July

Well now we know, the Maestrale reaches Sicily. We were woken this morning by a thud as Imagine bounced off the harbour wall. All day she strained at her moorings as the wind pushed her onto the quayside. At least it was nowhere as hot. In the evening we put on long trousers and fleeces to go for a walk, and even then Lucinda felt cold. Waves were breaking over the harbour wall. The beach was deserted but the kite boarders and surfers were enjoying the waves.