21_04_13

We could hide from the wind, but the sand still got us.

Calm descends.

The autopilot made those tracks.

Iain surrounds himself in technology.

Reachy reachy sailing.

Fiona catches Iain with his blankie.

Blue skies, eased sails.

Pee-po.

Downwind miles.

Uh oh. Waterproofs on.

There is some serious electrical interference about.

We make it to the mooring field just as the sun sinks.

Boat yoga.

That’s a pretty impressive rock.

Boat shadows always put a smile on our faces.

Ruffian and Makani resting together.

The fishing fleet leaves under cover of darkness.

The start to sketchy hiking.

Thanks for the warning sign.

Would you trust your life to these old chains?

A ‘well-trodden’ path and a shear drop.

On top of the world, looking, down on creation.

This is not easy walking.

Ruffian is far, far below.

White beaches, blue sky, blue sea.

Real life Roman baths.

Sculptures looking out to sea.

The buildings go up and up and up.

Hmmmm. Ice lollies.

Another day, another set of flamingos (Black Winged Stilts behind).