Heading around the northern point of Formentera we passed this stunning tall ship. Being June the anchorages were not at all crowded and the water was ever so slightly chilly. We saw a huge full moon rise that night and fed the fish with stale biscuits and the next mornings washing up.
On Tuesday we set off south to reach the beaches further along Formentera. Having not filled up with fuel before setting off from Denia we were starting to get quite low on the gauge. Unbeknownst to us, the healing of Bumblebee on a starboard tack exaggerated the reading and we became alarmed that we might actually run out! The plan was changed to head straight to Ibiza town to refill. At this point, to our delight the autopilot sprung back into action.
At 3pm Julia had to join a conference call so we dropped the anchor a Chiringay beach bar en route to Cala Comte. While Julia was on her call we had a cold glass of Rosé on deck and were visited by the authorities in a rib to check we hadn't anchored in the Posidonia sea grass and might therefor be liable for a hefty fine. As soon as Julia was done we took the tender to shore for a late lunch and a swim. Chiringay is as you might guess from the name a gay bar, probably for this reason it is very relaxed and civilised -if you can look past a lot of male nudity!
Back on Bumblebee we set off north with favourable winds to Cala Comte for sundowners at Sunset Ashram.
Before we knew it Wednesday came which was our last day with Lily and Robin onboard. We made the most of it by hiking up the coast a bit to a secret little cala and then had a fantastic lunch at S'illa Des Bosc close to where we were anchored. All this time Julia was limping with her foot slowly healing and becoming a fountain of knowledge on the various brands or waterproof plasters available on the island.