21_07_25

We’ll miss the flat blue waters of the Balearics.

The sea really is like a mirror.

The happy couple.

Ruffian awaits her turn at the fuel dock.

Is 2250hp enough?

Without a lighthouse you could miss this obstruction.

That needs exploring.

Ruffian sits under a setting sun.

Perfect desert like sand.

We’re not alone and we’re not at the front. Bizarre.

The artists have been busy.

The granite blocks reach into the sky.

We find love.

Long columns, longer shadows.

The view from above.

Amusement in the anchorage.

We like water this colour.

Grrrr. That pesky shadow.

Classic Ibiza sunset.

We’re off. Another day another offshore.

Sailing proves to be too much for Fiona.

The mainsail is put to bed.

You get the best sunsets at sea.

The maintenance never ends.

Yet another sail configuration.

The sailing gets too much for Iain.

Just how perfect as these conditions.

Simple sailing.

This is not something you expect to find way offshore.

It’s supposed to be sunny. Why have we got fog?

The technology sees what the eye cannot.

The instruments see that the eye cannot.

Larry is not a happy Llama in mainland Spain.

The Spanish know how to build lighthouses.

I’m pleased you’re not real.

It’s a horizontal Eiffel tower.

The painful impact of WWII is felt everywhere.

It’s all just so pretty.

That’ll kick start some activity.

This was a wonderful creature.

Art. 1000’s of years old.

Art. 100’s of years old.

We glimpse the town hall.

We glimpse the convent (and Nun’s knickers if you look closely).

The main target for the day.

The fort proves to be an oasis in so many different ways.

So very Islamic.

The high ground is made just that little bit higher.

Every aspect is protected.

Latticework.

You want cool. We give you water gardens.

What a great view to wake up to.

The church really wants to keep us out.

Ouch. Just when is grave desecration acceptable?

Amazing integrated transportation.