21_05_19

Another motorathon.

The coastline is sooooooo dramatic.

Cliffs from horizon to horizon.

The flat sanctuary of San Vincente.

Nice. Bee guts.

Our usual experience. A lee shore.

San Vincente offers all sorts of protection.

Going underground.

Underground.

Green hills, blue water, white Ruffian.

The view from above.

Easy sailor.

Poled out, popped up.

Lots of string.

We’ve not seen those in a while. Planes are flying.

Still downhill.

Sunsets and lee shores.

The seas have life in them.

Could that be a front?

That is not a happy morse cable clamp.

Just the most spectacular water.

The water gets even more spectacular.

Out comes the needle and thread.

The view from ashore.

All the toys are deployed.

Walking in the midday sun.

Anchored in sand not weed.

Who knew that sailing upwind could be so much fun?

Sunny smiles on the bow.

Ruffian rolls along.

The best seat in the house.

We get all arty with sails and lighthouses.