A good day at sea.

On friday night we sat outside on deck chairs and watched the fire flies zigging about in the moonlight, surrounded by the dark olive trees. I did take some shots, but the results were so poor that they mean something, only to me. I was amazed to see some very tiny coloured dots in addition to the yellow fire fly lights and wonder what they were. We slept in our hideaway/tractor shed. I so appreciate the silence out in the country.

I was up at dawn and did a couple of hours fiddling with the grape vines before S woke up.

Sunday was the pay back – the whole day at sea. It turned out very well. We motored down to Torre Astura, anchored some distance from the beach, played cards and watched the coming and going of birds, boats, para gliders and parachute jumpers.

I could say a great deal about that very familiar, sleeping hand but I will only say that it has very rarely washed dishes.

There was very little wind all day until well into the afternoon. While S pulled up the anchor, I had great fun getting the boat under sail without having to engage the engine. There is a wonderful sense of control and “lift off” as the boat starts to move in the chosen direction. I hogged the helm all the way back to the port. I admit it, I really enjoyed the whole day.

Around 8pm, just as we arrived home, S had to go out again with F to take a can of fuel to a boat which was stranded 6 miles out at sea and didn’t return until 11pm, by which time he was really hungry.

I hope you all had a good week end too.