We motored passed Toarmina at about 9am on the 28th, then cut the fuel line and let the sails do their work. We traversed across the Strait close hauled on a port tack, neatly avoiding the shipping lane. We then motored up the East channel, close in to the mainland coast until we reached Marina Del Stretto in Villa San Giovanni.

There was a classic car show that day within the marina -lots of Ferraris, classic Fiats and other exotic vehicles.

The town had little to offer but we found an open restaurant for a late breakfast and explored the waterfront. 

Zefi and Theodore are growing up so fast -I can literally see them grow each day!

I can't quite remember but I think we returned to the boat still full from lunch and had a quiet evening with a film.

The next day our plan was to exit the Strait and sail West to Vulcano, one of the Aeolian Islands.  We knew there would be a head wind and some waves but the reality was a bit more than we bargained for.  We were reassured to be joined by another sailing boat making the journey but our concerns grew when we noticed them filming Dragonfly lurching over the waves!  We were making very slow progress despite Julia doing some expert helming through the chop.  The other boat had enough and turned back toward Messina and it wasn't long before we gave up too.

Keeping close to the Sicilian coast, we retreated back into the Strait and out of the waves.  Approaching Messina we found a recommended anchorage on the Navily app and stopped there for lunch.

The conditions here were very calm so we planned to stay the night. It looks idyllic in the photo above but actually it was a pretty run down bit of coastline with most places closed for the end of the season.  Never the less we found a cafe for coffee and pastries, had a lovely swim and chilled on the beach.

In the evening we walked along the coastal road to see the church and beyond. Struggling to find an open restaurant we ended up eating pizza in a rather bleak establishment.  That night on anchor was rocky and the noise from the furled mainsail banging inside the mast was deafening. I was on deck in the small hours adjusting lines trying to quiet things down.  In future the trick might be to slacken off the mainsail halyard so the furled sail sags into the mast -obviously remembering to tighten off before hoisting the sail again or it will do some damage.  I had concerns about the tidal current and the anchor holding so set an anchor alarm. As you can see we had nothing to worry about:

Moody skies towards the mainland.

It's not always laughter and hugs but I'll post photos that make it feel that way,  Photographs help to forget as well as remember!

The next morning we made a second attempt to reach the islands. True to the forecast, the waves had vanished vernight and we were treated to a calm relaxing crossing. We tried to sail a few times but without the engine we just couldn't find enough speed.  On the plotter and AIS the Strait looks hectic and intense but in reality it was simple.

Since our refit we transmit as well as receive AIS. This is great for safety as we are visible to other boats. Frustratingly it takes ages for the Marine Traffic app to update our location. I think we are still stuck in the location above!

Julia on the helm while I check for dolphins :)

Day 5 of our 10 day trip.

Peter and Brigida flew in to Catania close to midnight on the 26th of September and met us on Dragonfly at Blu Marina, inside Catania harbour.  Zefi and Theo were delighted to discover we had guests the next morning. After breakfast we se off to explore Catania.

The kids by this point had been eaten alive by mosquitos -evil ones that targeted their hands and feet.  We had plug-in repellents, deet and anti-histamine cream but these few days were highlighted by squeals of frustration at painfully itchy bites. I would often wake at night to their buzzing and hunt down the horrible things around the cabin.

Ashore we found a wonderful antique shop with a stunning 1820's mercury mirror in a Sicilian gilt empire frame.  It had a crack in the glass but could be a perfect replacement for the widescreen tv that dominates the saloon.  We might have to stop in again on our way back down in December.  We love watching films but prefer a projector and screen that can be stashed away most of the time.

We were still dodging thunderstorms and managed to buy raincoats for Julia and myself but failed to find anything for the kids.  For this same reason I left my Leica onboard -a decision I later regretted as we stumbled upon a buzzing street market.  Perhaps the difference in photos from camera vs phone is obvious, if not, the camera ones are often posted with a black frame.  In the old town square we found a wonderful traditional cafe serving delicious pastries with the grumpiest waitress!

Being a Saturday, the fish market was in full swing. We were late but there was still a chaotic energy as market stalls tried to sell the last of their produce.  People bustled in every direction while we tried not to lose the children.  Peter bought a round of oysters while Zefi turned her nose up at the sight of anything slimy!  The variety seafood, meat and fresh produce was amazing.

Peter and Brigida brought along colouring books and pencils for the kids, which Zefi can be seen carrying with her everywhere.

Heavily laden with lots of fresh food, we headed back to the boat.  We cast off from the marina in Catania mid-afternoon on the 27th with the aim of anchoring below Taormina.  We wanted to make good progress so we could spend a couple of days in the Aeolian Islands.

Sporting our new waterproofs -these were bought just in time as we were about to hit some severe rain!  It's hard to show with a photo but the sky went black and visibility dropped to about 50 meters.  It was forecast to clear by the evening so while the others were snug down below, myself and Peter were battered by the elements. Eventually we  decided to forego our planned anchorage by Taormina and seek shelter in the closer marina at Riposto, beside Mt Etna.  As expected we arrived at the marina as the skies cleared and a beautiful evening lay ahead of us.

We dined onboard after a wander around Riposto and picking up a couple of nice bottles of wine.  The next morning we refuelled and set off again.  Our fuel usage relies on a bit of maths and guess work as our fuel gauge needs to be repaired.  It turned out we had used half of our 240l tank since leaving Malta and covering 185 NM. This was expected as the winds had not been very favourable and the engine had done a lot of work.  We have two full fuel canisters in the forward locker so running out was not a worry.

Soon we will figure out how to post screenshots with our progress track but for now we are still getting used to the new chart plotter.  The log began at zero with the refit in Malta so shows exactly how far we have travelled.

These guys like to have a proper breakfast together each morning to start the day!

We set off past Toarmina on our way towards the Strait, plotting a course for the tip of the mainland to make use of the favourable sailing conditions and to keep clear of the shipping channels.  The kids were delighted to briefly spot dolphins then Theodore snoozed while Zefi busied herself with a photoshoot for her toys.

With ten days of sailing ahead of us we set off from Warsaw to Catania with Jozefina and Theodore.  This would be their first proper sailing experience and with big plans for the future -there was a lot riding on us all enjoying a safe trip.

The plan was to sail Dragonfly from her annual mooring at Ragusa, all the way up to Tonnarella in the north where she would stay on her own for 2 months to have her teak deck replaced by Carlo and his team at Teacmarine.it.  At first glance the wood looks fine but on closer inspection 19 years of use has taken it's toll with hundreds of visible sanded screw heads, caulking coming free and the wood thinning.  We found Ragusa quite thin on  marine services so hoped that the north would provided mechanics and electricians for a few of the other maintenance jobs.

The two aft cabins on Dragonfly have a clever trick of becoming one by simply removing and stashing the dividing wall. This gives a huge 4m wide bed -space for a whole family to sleep.

We spend the first night on our berth in Ragusa to acclimatise Zefi and Theo to their new surroundings. We gathered a few bits and bobs from the nearby chandlery and some basic rations from a deli and mini market -hoping to soon be in Syracuse with a bit more choice of shops.

The town and marina at Marina De Ragusa is spread out and requires a lot of walking. We haven't yet fallen in love with the place but really liked the restaurants within the marina especially Fresco and the pizza restaurant on the roof.

Being late September, the weather was changeable and a thunderstorm never felt far away. We anchored for our second night midway between Ragusa and Syracuse in a bay called Portopalo.  That night we saw a big electrical storm in the distance, the Windy app showed Malta in the eye of the storm while Dragonfly rocked a bit on anchor a long way away.

On day 3 we set sail for Syracuse. We actually motored most of the way there as the wind was not in our favour -this was a problem throughout the trip as our destination and the prevailing winds were at odds with each other.  Julia and I have been to Syracuse before and absolutely love the place. Sadly we would only be there for one night and would have enjoyed more time.

We anchored in the Grand Harbour and took the tender ashore next to a tiny beach. Julia and the kids swam while I took a table at the bar and ordered some drinks.  We had quite a shopping list as Dragonfly was missing a few essentials. We love Sicilian ceramics so we 'invested' in some beautiful hand painted plates and bowls. With luck, the next shop we found had almost everything else we needed; pots and pans, cooking utensils, pillows etc.. Dragging heavy bags and tired children we were lucky to find a lovely little restaurant close by to the dinghy. They even sold their own olive oil -the only thing left on our list!

With the children onboard and fast changing weather we tried to keep each day down to about 3 or 4 hours of sailing. We needed to keep moving as our friends Peter and Brigida were joining us in Catania for the week to come.  The wind was not ideal but the sea was very calm and our journey took little effort. Zefi and Theo were very happy painting and playing.  We tried to save films on the laptop for when we were mooring so they would be happily occupied down below.

As we approached Catania we were treated to stunning views of Etna emerging through the clearing clouds.

We reached Catania and booked a berth at Blu Marins via the Navily app -this app didn't exist when we sailed ten years ago but I wish it had. It has details, prices, reviews, forecasts etc.. for every marina and anchorage. You can book through the app and keep your boat documents uploaded for easy access by the marinas.  Blu Marine turned out to be basic and very tired, luckily the app prepared us for this -much like Catania itself which presentsa a visceral experience of faded grandeur.  While the town is busy, tired and dirty we soon discovered Catania for what it is -a fascinating town with a rich history. But not great for feeding tired children early in the evening!

Eventually we found an open restaurant with boardgames and chips so the kids were happy.  We explored a bit then took a taxi back to Dragonfly as the roads crossings were dangerous.  With children soon asleep we awaited Peter and Brigida's arrival.

On the 19th of June we left Zefi and Theo with their grandparents for 4 days and flew out to Malta to collect our new boat.  It had been 4 months since viewing and buying her, in that time quite a lot of refitting had taken place and I was anxious to inspect the work. Our berth was waiting in Sicily and we only had a 2 day window to cross so I was relived that Sebastian from Malta Yacht Solutions was managing everything.

Upon arrival all was looking ship-shape. We met the installers who had been doing the work and sorted one or two last minute jobs. Daniel the previous owner came by to check everything was OK.  We had hauled out two big carry on bags with all sorts of useful bits & pieces; bed linen, rugs, cushions, coffee kit etc.. once unpacked she started to feel like a home. 

The next morning was spend hunting down a chandlery and buying a few essentials; mooring springs and lines, cleaning stuff etc..

An important task for day 2 was the renaming ceremony. You have to be very careful renaming a boat to avoid incurring the wrath of Poseidon and damning you vessel.  Luckily Sophia offered to help us with the proceedings, pointing out that this was an auspicious point in the calendar, being the day of the summer solstice and the year of the Dragonfly!  Frankincense was burnt, libations of the finest fizz offered to the four winds, words were said and Dragonfly came into being! 

That evening we were treated to a delicious supper at Sophia and Dom's house in their beautiful Maltese home.  They are currently fixing up a cottage in Hindon so we look forward to seeing more of them soon!

The next morning we set off at the crack of dawn towards Sicily.  Dragonfly's longer waterline means she can cruise a good 3 knots faster than Bumblebee was able. Punching our new details into the plotter app shaved an 11 hour crossing down to 7!  The app also warned us of very little wind so we would be motor sailing at best.

After an uneventful but relaxed crossing (mostly spent improvising mooring line splices) we reached Sicily and Dragonfly's new home at Marina de Ragusa.  This is a new marina and appears very well kept. Julia went to explore the beach and I looked up the local chandlery to buy a 16amp shore power adapter -without which we would be without air con.  This is a good moment to mention just how thrilled we are with Dragonfly. She is quite a bit larger than our old boat but handles easily in marinas thanks to her bow thruster. Air con is a game changer, as is the pneumatic passerelle. In-mast reefing makes sail handing so much simpler and new electronics give us all the info and stats we could ever want!

I've recently rekindled my love of 35mm film photography. This post is a mix of digital and analog photos, maybe you can see the difference?

Dragonfly by day and night:

We were ahead of schedule and keen to get back to the kids/relieve my parents so we booked onto an earlier Sunday flight and said farewell to Dragonfly -see you again in September..

It's now June 2025 and there's quite a lot of updating needed for this blog... and a lot more activity on the way!
We have exciting plans set in place to move to Warsaw in Poland for six or seven months. We will live with Julia's mum and the focus will be on improving Zefi and Theo's Polish. Then come early spring we will set sail for the Adriatic, with the kids for up to 5 months of adventure before returning to normal life in the UK.
We have been blessed with the most amazing weather so far this spring -making good use of our new swimming pool. We will all miss it while we're away but it's been 10 years since our last sailing adventure and we're getting itchy feet.

In our last post there was a line that read; "I confess that I have developed a wandering eye for for 15 metre boats with navy blue hulls.." This has in fact manifested more than I could have imagined. Long story short, say hello to Dragonfly our trusty stead for the next chapter of our ongoing adventure!

She is a Jeaneau Sun Odyssey 49 DS from 2006.  Julia and I really like the warm traditional interiors and built quality of the early 2000's production boats. Being closely related to our Beneteau, there are lots of familiar features and fittings.  She is the perfect size for our family of four plus a few friends.  Being of a similar vintage to Bumblebee means that inevitably some refitting would be required.  This has been taken care of in the form of an electronics fit out with B&G kit, all new standing and running rigging, new batteries and in the coming month a new teak deck.  Having owned Bumblebee for ten years without really planning to, we have decided to do all the work needed asap and enjoy Dragonfly for the next ten years in excellent shape. Also sailing with our children onboard really changes our priorities and responsibilities.

We visited Malta back in February to meet her and fell in love with the stunning architecture around Valetta. We were there for just 24 hours so barely had time to explore. We now have flights booked to return in two weeks time-which will be 5 months since visiting. Thats how long it takes to buy a boat, complete all the surveys, and refit the rigging and electronics!  The next post will be our maiden voyage across to her new home in Sicily.

The rigging was 19 years old so despite a satisfactory up-mast survey a complete replacement was ordered to comply with our insurance but most importantly to be safe sailing with children.  While the mast was down it made sense to update all the wiring, instruments and radar.

We had in and out of water surveys conducted. Worrying moisture levels were detected but fortunately were easily rectified.  Below the starboard helm controls are being installed.

We have just returned from a 5 night visit to Valencia over half term with Zefi and Theo aboard Bumblebee.  This was a trip to test the water -sleeping onboard but securely fastened to our pontoon in the marina.  Jozefina is now 4 years and 4 months old, Theodore is a month away from turning 3. We are hoping to instil a excitement for boats without taking too many risks.

The kids were ok on the flight so the captain invited then to come and inspect the cockpit.

The kids arrived completely over excited just in time for bedtime.

We had no intention to sail straight away but instead wanted to show the kids around the wonderful city of Valencia.  We sipped through the private gate to oggle at the beautiful super yachts.

We wandered the beautiful old streets, explored the amazing playgrounds, splashed around in the waves and found a fun Japanese restaurant.

We took them to the Oceanarium to see the beluga whales.

There were one or two thunderstorms that struck while we were sleeping safely inside. The noise of the rain was deafening and as we soon discovered was just a precursor of what was to come a few days later.

After a couple of days we felt brave enough to slip our mooring and set out to sea.  We gently motored out of the marina and out into the bay.  We had the good fortune of being recommended a wonderful mechanic called Joaquin who had tackled all the engine issues from our previous trip. We had a new heat exchanger, and internal exhaust. The boat had been lifted out, anifouled and a new shaft seal set in place.  The engine received a thorough service and clean.  Robin and Lily had borrowed Bumblebee in August to sail to Ibiza so we knew everything was working as it should.  Except with boats there is always something.. at the moment it's the anchor windlass that refuses to work. Luckily we had no need to anchor on this short trip.

The weather was mild and the was absolutely no wind -perfect for Zefi and Theo's first outing.

Already feeling comfortable with the kids on board I confess that I have developed a wandering eye for for 15 metre boats with navy blue hulls..

Kids don't enjoy food markets quite as much as Julia and I.

Our second day on the water saw perfect conditions -a flat sea, some sun and a gentle breeze.

I think it's safe to say the kids found their sea legs. They just about understand when it's ok to mess around and when we're being serious.  I can't wait to get them out to the islands to swim from the boat and explore in the tender. Happy times ahead!

Once again we gave Bumblebee a very thorough clean and scrub and said goodbye until next time.

Just days after flying home to England, Valencia was hit with a devastating weather event.  Huge quantities of rain caused flash floods and widespread destruction.  The images coming through are heartbreaking and the death toll currently stands at 200 but is increasing. Our thoughts and prayers are with all those affected.  We are not too concerned about Bumblebee and it is too soon to ask anyone to inspect her but our friend with a boat nearby says she is ok.  After a massive flood in 1957 the Turia river which flowed through Valencia was rerouted around the city.  The old river bed became a lush green park and the new channel was built 3 miles south.  This rerouting saved the old city from disaster in these last few days but transferred the flooding to the southern neighbourhoods.

Bumblebee's berth is ringed in red showing how the north marina and old town were spared from the flood waters. As far as I know the old riverbed, now Turia park is unaffected by the flood water, more than can be said for the southern districts.

I'm writing this on the 4th of November 2024.  I will back date the entry to 30th August 2022 for continuity.  Quite a lot has happened since our last post; Covid, moving out of London and down to Wiltshire -however bigger than all that is the arrival of these two:

Introducing Jozefina and Theodore, two big reasons why time on Bumblebee and even posting about her has become near impossible!  In the is photo Zefi is 2 years old and Theodore is just 6 months. The only way we could contemplate seeing Bumblebee was to rent a villa near the marina at Santa Eularia with our friends Peter, Mills and Paulina and ask Robin and Lily to sail over on Bumblebee from the mainland. We also had Amy, our nanny with us to lighten the load.

Flying with small kids is exhausting but it was great to touch down back in Ibiza after all the madness of Covid.

We collected our hire car and drove 45 mins or so to Can Dimitri -our beautiful home in the hills for the next ten days.

On day one we visited Las Salinas and had lunch by the beach. We witnessed a yacht similar to Bumblebee break through the line of swim buoys and drift right up onto the rocky shore where it was tossed about by the waves. We thought it was abandoned until a naked man leapt up on deck from below and tried in vain to prevent disaster. 

We met up with Robin and Lily on our second day. I was a bit nervous for their crossing to Ibiza as Bumblebee had been stationary for 3 years of babies and pandemic except for a short trip to the nearby port for a lift out and bottom clean by a hired mechanic.

They arrived safely and enjoyed a few days anchoring around the local bays. The boat looked great on the outside but inside there was trouble brewing.  We had a berth booked for ten days at Santa Eularia but spent most of our time exploring the island by car with the babies and our friends, as well as making the most of our lovely pool.  We've got some priceless photos and videos of the kids but they are naked half the time so I'll be careful what I expose to the world wide web!

On the way over to Ibiza Robin realised the boat was taking on water and we narrowed it down to a couple of sources. One was the seal at the back of the impeller housing.  I had a vague memory of this happening before and used this helpful blog to cast my mind back to setting sail from Greece years earlier when the same problem appeared and the solution was found. A trip the the chandlery and all was well. The other ingress was more substantial and harder to rectify.

We also noticed a blackening of the green engine paint. I hoped this might just be dust from a belt on it's way out... sadly it wasn't.  Here are some pics of us all having a lovely time before I go into the problems we were about to face.

Jozefina and Theodore had their first experience of Bumblebee, albeit safely tied up in the marina. They didn't seam too fussed!  We went out for a couple of short day sails but couldn't leave the kids for too long.  Down below we were still taking on water -quite a lot of salt water.  It turned out the mechanic who moved the boat a few weeks earlier hadn't opened the seacock that lubricates the prop shaft with seawater. This had damaged the seal and meant water entered whenever the propeller turned.  The only fix was to lift the boat, decouple the shaft from the gear box and replace the seal. This is something I did when we first bought Bumblebee so I knew what was involved but any job like this is eye-wateringly expensive on the islands.

This was not the only issue we were dealing with. The black sooty buildup, hot engine compartment and gassy fumes confirmed there was an internal exhaust leak.  Looking back at these photos I remember replacing the air filter as it had disintegrated.  Obviously that wasn't going to fix the problem.  We found a Volvo Penta mechanic and had them inspect the boat.  They discovered the exhaust was leaking from the elbow of the heat exchanger which was corroded and needed replacing. The internal exhaust pipe was also leaking.  He advised we best not move the boat but that was not an option -she had to get back to her home berth in Valencia and we also had to get home.  I explained that I would allow no-one to spend extended time below amongst the fumes and he begrudgingly agreed that we might just manage the 12 hours back to the mainland without catastrophe.  We still had a few days to enjoy our holiday before Peter and Mills had to leave and Julia and Amy would fly back with the babies at which time I would return on Bumblebee with Paulina.

We had a few classic Ibiza days -eating, swimming, exploring etc... wonderful stuff!  We met up with John and hatched a plan to sail around the island to St Antonio, as a suitable setting off point. John's friends Jack aka Captain Jack volunteered to help Paulina and myself with the crossing.  We had fantastic conditions as we circumnavigated and pulled into one of our favourite calas for a dip at half way.  The engine problems were not going away but also easy enough to ignore for the time being.

We had our final dinner by Sunset Asharam and the next morning set sail for Valencia.

The wind picked up and we had favourable currents so made good time. The most extraordinary thing happened as we were half way into the trip. A whale appeared beside us, seeming to almost doze on the surface but clearly a whale of some sort with great blasts of breath from it's blowhole.  We think it might be a humpback whale but were unaware they could be expected in the Med -either way we were totally awestruck by this remarkable encounter.

Soon followed by a school of dolphins!

We made it to Valencia as the sun was setting. Jack had been good company on the crossing, as had Paulina until sea-sickness struck hard and she was in a miserable state.  Even back on shore she felt awful and we desperately tried to find an open tapas bar to get some food inside her.  We all stayed on the boat that night and very early the following morning Paulina caught a flight home and Jack caught the ferry back to Ibiza.  I had been insistent on all of us staying on deck for the crossing to avoid the fumes below.  I was avoiding thoughts of the water we were taking on during the passage as there was little I could do about it. While under sail I kept the engine in reverse and this reduced the seepage through the shaft seal. The bilge was not straining hard so I left any inspections until the following morning.  The engine was quite dirty and sooty as could be expected.  I used our large oil pump to remove a quantity of seawater from from the engine sump,  battery trays and a few other awkward spots.  I did a thorough rinse and deep clean of all traces of salt and satisfied myself that no water was entering now the prop shaft was still.  I would go on to find a fantastic mechanic called Joaquin who replaced, fixed and cleaned the heat exchanger and many other parts of the engine and prop assembly.

I was now alone with the monstrous task of tidying, cleaning, packing away and leaving Bumblebee for an unknown length of time.  With the kids so young, I wasn't sure when we would be back.  I made an early start by taking down the sails at very first light when the air was still and the heat was manageable.  Then I spent the day working through my list of chores:

By the end of the day I had things under control and waved goodbye to a squeaky clean Bumblebee.

This felt like a very well deserved beer.

Cala Benirras is an all time favourite spot of ours on Ibiza.  It is wild and remote but has a few fun restaurants on the beach including Elements with a small shop that Julia can't simply walk past.  As the sun set over the famous rock, a group of hippies gathered on the beach to beat djembes while singing and playing other instruments.  All was well until the next morning when the engine failed to start.  This was a concern as the weather could change and we had no way to move the boat to safety. After much head scratching and googling we decide to try jumping it with one of the new house batteries.  Again I had to haul one of these beasts out from the depths of the stern to within reach of the separate engine battery terminals.  The 55 hp Volvo engine fire up to our great relief, indicating our engine battery had been the culprit.

One lesson I learnt that morning is to be very careful not to let your spanner cross both terminals at once!  I was nearly given a nasty shock as the little spanned spat out huge sparks and the arced terminal melted a hole in it.  The spanner was left scaldingly hot and I was left a little wiser.  On the phone Giles reassured me this happens to everyone once!

So now in a strangely similar pattern to the day before we set off in a taxi with our knackered engine battery.  We were in search of a nearby agritourism restaurant run by Atzaro and a ship's chandler to replace the battery.

We heard that Atzaro had opened a new restaurant called Aubergine not far from where Bumblebee was stranded, so decided to pay it a visit.  Julia had the Buddah bowl and I had the best burger ever.

After lunch we commandeered a taxi and went off in search of a new battery.  We ended up at the chandlery familiar from our last trip, when collecting multiple spares for the anchor windlass.  Next door we also found some long jump leads to avoid moving the house batteries again in an emergency.  Satisfied with our haul we returned to Benirras, plumbed in the new battery, checked all worked well, then attempted to go for a hike.  Anyone who read last our Benirras entry a couple of years ago will know what a mess we got in trying to hike over the hill in this same spot -it is very wild here.  With renewed enthusiasm we set off along the cliff top but found the hillside impenetrable and our protective clothing insufficient! 

We resigned to return to the beach with our books to settle down with an Aperol Spritz instead.

We were due to set sail the next morning for Valencia where we were booked in for 12 months.  At 4am Julia woke me looking alarmed reporting she heard a strange noise.  I was sleeping with earplugs and heard nothing.  Moments later a neighbouring boat blasted a fog horn and I scrambled up on deck in my boxers to find them just a few metres off our anchor chain looking quite disgruntled. There was no immediate danger and I suspect they were overreacting somewhat.  I payed out some more chain and drifted further away.  By now I was wide awake so made a few preparations, dragged Julia out of bed to helm and I pulled up the anchor with a now perfectly operating winch. We then set sail for the mainland well ahead of out scheduled departure.  Julia slunk back into bed and I motored into the darkness in search of the rising sun.

We had fantastic conditions for the crossing -with the wind at a steady angle and the engine just ticking along we made a comfortable 7 knots, reaching Valencia in just over 12 hours.

The industrial skyline of Valencia loomed into view mid-afternoon.  We were soon snuggly berthed and decided to take the rest of the day off -leaving all our chores for the next day before flying home at 9pm.  The beach at Valencia is vast and disappears into the distance.  There was a national holiday kicking off and everyone was in fiesta mood.  We found a quiet restaurant on our side of the marina with a wonderful view of the bustling harbour.  After a delicious black Paella and a romantic power cut we made it back to Bumblebee absolutely exhausted.

Our last day was spent cleaning and tidying Bumblebee before making our way to the airport.  Sure enough, Easyjet displayed their uncanny ability to let you know the holiday is well and truly over as you queue up like lemmings on the tarmac.

With our friends now on their way to the airport we set about a bit of boat maintenance.  After a helpful call to a brother we discovered that the house batteries were completely knackered and this was most likely the reason the winch failed to work.  It would also explain the flickering lights and inability to charge out phones the night before!  The previous batteries were only four years old but had had a hard life with extended periods of deep discharges.  We located new batteries in San Antonio and set off towards the marina.

On arrival we were not allowed to stop at the fuel dock unless we were filling up.  The marina also refused to let us tie up for half an hour.  Frustrated we set off instead to anchor in Cala Salada.  When we arrived there were no other boats on anchor which looked ominous -either forecast waves we had not spotted or the spread of Posidonia made anchoring too tricky.  Either way we had no need to risk it so settled for Cala Bassa instead.

As the sun began to set we hopped in a taxi and asked to be taken somewhere chilled for a drink.  The taxi driver dropped us of at the Cotton Club which fitted the bill perfectly.

The next day we tried again to buy new house batteries.  We succeeded but it was not as straight forward as we had expected.  From Cala Bassa we took a taxi into San Antonia to the chandlery.  Here we found two 170AH 12V AGM batteries -the only two in the shop and they were big!  Only 10AH larger than the old ones but the size and more importantly the weight was quite an increase.  While here we also bought a professional oil pump with a built in container to make oil changes quick and simple.  With my best smile I visited the marina office and persuaded the lady in charge to let us leave the batteries close to the fuel dock where we would visit later in the day to fill up a jerry can with fuel.  I don't think she realised how big the batteries were until we showed up with them!

Julia and I had always written off San Antonio as a grim town with overweight bare-chested Brits eating full English breakfasts with beer.  We felt we might be being a bit unfair so set about exploring the old town.  Sadly our initial judgement had been quite accurate so we made a plan to retreat to a nearby Agritouristim villa that had fantastic reviews.  Our taxi delivered us to paradise within ten minutes!

After our last visit to Ibiza we had become big fans of the Agritourism movement and Sa Talaia was just what we were hoping to find.  We were warmly welcomed by the owner and shown around a beautiful garden with a pool, sun beds and a restaurant.  This was absolute heaven as we slowly sipped cocktails, cooled off in the pool and sat down for a delicious lunch with a wonderful scene in front of us.

By 3pm we sadly had to leave as we had promised to collect the batteries from the marina.  We took a taxi back to Cala Bassa, weighed anchor and sailed in to San Antonio harbour.  We tied up at the fuel dock beside the marina office and while Julia set about filling up our jerry can with diesel as slowly as possible, I got rapidly to work swapping over the batteries.  This was an absolute pig of a job as the batteries weigh a ton and are buried in the stern behind the engine.  After some blood, sweat and bruising the task was complete and we made our way back out of the harbour.  To our relief everything appeared to work, including the anchor winch.  With plenty of daylight left Julia and I decided to sail 2 hours north to Cala Benirras.

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.