Honeymooners part 1

Having left Bumblebee in Denia on the 10th of July, we were back in England to get one important job done:

With that all sorted we we're flying back out to Denia to take Bumblebee across to Ibiza for a few weeks.  Unsure whether this was actually our honeymoon proper or just a chance to relax after the wedding, we set no itinerary and no return flight.

Bumblebee was found safe and well in her berth at Marina de Denia.  While we had been away Carlos had replaced our anchor chain and windlass gypsy.  Also as promised for her birthday I gave Julia a new dinghy and we said goodbye to our old red tender. We set off for Ibiza in a flat calm and motored most of the 9 hour crossing.  After a restful journey we arrived in one of our favourite anchorages; Cala Comte.

The next morning we took a taxi to the other side of San Antoni where there's a tiny aquarium in some caves.  Julia tried to interact with an octopus after beginning a book about the evolution of the octopus brain.  Later we dropped anchor by Cala Bassa so Julia could do some shopping while I cracked on with a few maintenance tasks.  It seemed the new anchor chain did not fit the new gypsy cog so the anchor would repeatedly jam.  It was time to take the whole thing apart and investigate.

While anchored in Cala Comte we met us with Agata and Jean Luc who drove us right across the island to have lunch at La Paloma -a lovely little restaurant hidden inland -the starting point of our gastronomic tour of Ibiza.  We also dropped by an amazing hotel called Atzaro to have a look around.. I think we'll return.

After realising what the situation was with the anchor winch I ordered some parts and lifted the anchor by had.  We sailed on to Cala Moli to anchor for the night in this tiny little bay.

Theres not much going on in Cala Moli at night so we went for a wander in the morning.

The next day saw us arrive in Cala Hort where we had sundowners onboard with our friends Agata and Jean-Luc, followed by supper at the restaurant on the beach.

The next morning we set off for what should have been a quick hop across to the island of Formentera.  However the wind was right in our face so we took to the traditional method of tacking into the wind -which is tediously slow and took 6 hours!  Luckily we weren't in a hurry.