Change of Plan

pontoon

The weather has been odd this summer. A regular cycle offering a period of calm followed by a few rather windy days. Not the usual summer meltemi pattern which used to be a predictable northerly blow each day. Consequently (because I am not a windy-wind sailor) our routes and destinations…

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Firsts

sue1a

Whilst benefitting from a recent whistle-stop visit to family and friends at home, I tucked a few ‘firsts’ into my belt: a zip wire ride at Hordle rec, a taster few bumps and bends on the local bmx track ( not so wisely accomplished on my upright Pashley road bike)…

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Cool Runnings

horta

It’s strange the way a ‘post’ creeps up on me…taps me on the shoulder and dances across the page of another writer’s show. So, whilst we are sheltering in a secluded bay, held securely over an oyster strewn sea bed by out trusty anchor and some fancy yellow rock lines…I…

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Confession

gullinflight

Well, here we go…a confession. Perhaps this blog has been rather too positive to date. To be honest we have tried to gloss over any problems and highlight the abundance of good experiences we enjoy…because that makes better reading and infinitely better memories. BUT….it is not all easy-peasy sunshine and…

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North and South

produce

We have just spent a happy few days at anchor, a short rubberdub ride away from yet another quay. This village has a northern and southern side. The north, our preference, has a little harbour around which nestle a goodly selection of shops, cafés and tavernas. The back streets are…

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Making the break

oldvw

Well we had to move off sometime. Life on the island was becoming too comfortable. A friendly diver sorted the mooring we share with our salty dog friend and we spent a sociable week in the bay. Swimming, walking the dog, putting the world to rights over greek coffee in…

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Round the bend

rose

The myriad of narrow ‘roads’ rising unevenly above the harbour provide a never ending source of exercise and entertainment for locals, visitors, their visitors and of course our dog, Kezzie. This morning she and I embarked upon the daily mystery tour, each pretending to the other that we had a precise…

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Last Post for 2015

boatout

  Rope Sole has been lifted and is now safely chocked in a cradle and tucked away at the back of the boatyard in our regular spot. Now our elevated view is of olive trees, scrubland and hills flanking the bay. An amiable Albanian goatherd strolls his frisky nannys along…

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Sunday Best

marrowpom

It is one of those late-summer-going-on-early-autumn days which wrap their soft warmth into every nip and tuck of body and boat. Slung into my hammock which Simon cleverly whiskered across Rope Sole’s ample bow, I have been reading, gazing and musing while Kezzie knuckles down to the serious business of…

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The Sting

whisker

Our last run out to the Cyclades was the usual 12ish hours and uneventful, we happily anchored in Kezzie’s favourite bay. For me, ‘phew!’ Once the sprinkling of beach devotees had disappeared we took her ashore for a well deserved run. What a sight…our patient little lab who generally takes…

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