Summertime Voyage

So finally fuelled, watered, solar panelled and vaguely provisioned, we were ready for the off, and excitement was rising. We then got a message from sailing buddy Lindsay to say that there was a diver in the marina who would ‘clean your bottom’ for about 50 Euros. So M went off to find him. However the next day was Sunday and he was not very keen to get up early before we were hoping to set off. So in the end we set sail with a slimy hairy hull. How did Noddy get aboard It was a nice day of very little wind and we motored for a few hours out of Marmaris  and SW down the coast of the peninsula. After a few hours the wind piped up on cue, and off we went. It was good to get all the ropes sorted out under relatively controlled conditions. This was just as well as by the time we rounded to point of the peninsula and heading N into the straits of Symi we were reefed fore and aft and doing 7.5 knots as the afternoon breeze accelerated us round the corner. We had debated whether to go to one

Greetings to Family and Friends, ex colleagues and anyone else who is interested. We have set off on another sailing season and hope to keep the blog that we started five years ago going. It is becoming more difficult to be novel in what we are about, because, well, its not any more. However the need to keep a record for our own purposes is increasingly required as the number of small grey cells declines with each passing year. We set off from Swansea bus station on the red eye National Express coach. It was quiet until we got to Cardiff when the contents of the Millenium Stadium got on. It seems there was a concert of some sort. They were very well behaved youngsters of various generations, but very excited and somewhat noisy. The passenger cohorts on buses are always different from trains. You have to be significantly wealthy to travel by train these days so bus dwellers are more representative of, well, the man on the Peckam Omnibus. I am not sure I get blokes wearing purple nail va