21_04_28

It’s like sailing in England!

Brrrrrrr, but still smiling.

The cliffs offer protection from wind, but not swell.

That’ll be our anchor then.

Night night.

Ruffian is stripped. Polishing begins.

Ruffian is clean from nose to tail.

Shiney shiney shiney.

Even bolts now look photogenic.

The end of a hard day’s work.

No! The cleaning has to start again.

Dust and grime is everywhere.

The coastline is pretty dramatic.

Low clouds make it moody too.

We find solitude and blue water.

The boat is surrounded by little swimming friends.

They’re mad for anything we give them.

Rocks are close in front of us.

Rocks are close behind us.

Blue, blue, blue.

The anchor goes down and secures us.

Hi there Ruffian.

We find coastlines and castles.

The castles loom large.

Hihi.

That’ll not make for a happy anchorage.

Walking in the midday sun.

The view from above.

Where is everyone?

The perfect yoga spot.

You can fit a pretty big boat in there.

Fisherman’s huts. Ibiza style.