Upon leaving Palma Bay, we made good progress round the East coast of Mallorca due to reasonable winds and stayed for one night is Cala S’Emrelda, the only boat in the small cala, overlooked by luxury bijoux hotels and houses with infinity pools. It was lovely.
Next stop after a long day was Pollensa Bay. A huge almost entirely enclosed shallow bay on the northern tip of the island. We crept forwards carefully eyeing the depth gauge. The winds were strong but after all our anchoring practice we were confident. We found a spot about 200m off the elbow of the Real Club Nautico de Puerto Pollensa’s breakwater on the outer edge of all the boats moored or anchored nearer the shore.
Ian checked the anchor was well bedded in as very strong winds were forecast for the night. All was good and we had a lot of chain out.
Eager to set out to meet the Chowns, we jumped in the dinghy but realised that we had not properly put the boat to bed, so headed back to finish the job properly. Sail bag zipped up, mast cuff on, preventer pulled out tight to breast cleat. Just as we were about to leave for the second time we heard the most almighty racket of engines revving and saw , to our dismay that we were parked right in the midst of a series of buoys marking a race track for jet skis!
Like hornets playing tag, they chased each other round and round the circuit, unsettling the already lumpy waters and creating an eddy around us. We were imprisoned by wake. Making a beeline for the shore was impossible until they had finished their race. A little while later, with Ian still countering about antisocial behaviour, we made it to the shore and set off for a welcome walk to stretch our legs and to meet up with the Chowns after their day’s cycling.
They had bravely elected to cycle over to Sa Colabra and, more to the point, back up again! They confessed by text that their legs were suffering and so it was decided that beer was needed. It was so lovely to see them all, glowing from their exertions and clearly proud of their achievement! Their route includes a continuous series of incredible hairpin bends and vertiginous views all the way back up from the Cala, and then they had to continue on to Pollensa.
We enjoyed a fabulous evening of chatting, barbecuing and hot-tubbing back at the Chown’s rented apartment and managed somehow to wobble back to the boat at about one in the morning before the winds had really started to get up. All was well.
Next day, the Chowns wanted to cycle out to the lighthouse on Formentor so we agreed to meet up on the boat during the afternoon for swimming and snacks. The wind was blowing at a steady 25kn and it was really choppy, and chilly, in the bay so we just chatted and relaxed. A lovely way to spend the afternoon.
We waved them off and wished Ben luck in his search for marketing work, Adam enjoyable studying for his architecture degree and Leah all the best for a fantastic summer with Camp America sailing in Maine before starting at Newcastle University!
The next day the winds continued and we saw a number of plastic inflatables flipping past us across the bay to come to a rest on the opposite shore a couple of miles away. We watched with amazement as the seaplane taxied into the water and glided away to anchor in preparation for take-off. A chunky bright yellow butternut squash of a machine which propelled itself up, seeming to defy gravity and circled gracefully around the bay completing a fly by directly over our mast. (Unfortunately, I couldn’t get to the camera in time.) Later on, we were treated to a view from the inside, as the speed boats took to the water for their chance to froth up the waters of Pollensa bay a far cry from this sedate form of transport.
Through some kind of psychic telepathy, we went ashore and I reserved a parking space right on the jetty. As if by magic, Ian and Alice Daggett appeared and as soon as they were safely parked up, without further ado, we whisked them out to the Linea and had a fabulous lunch, complete with cava! Then we made a trip out to the town of Pollensa and had a walk through the square and up to the church. Beautiful.
After a smash and grab shop at Lidl we took all our provisions back to the boat and somehow managed to stuff it all away. We rustled up some supper and retired for the night.
Our first sail took us down the East coast. We anchored in a large bay called Cala de S’Agulla and decided to swim ashore for a beer. In fact Ian and Alice swam and we took the kayak. We had a beer as the sun set and it became chilly. Back to the boat for a shower and drink before dinner. Lovely.
Next day, the wind was fresher and we were sailing so well on a reach. Alice was at the helm and we were doing about 8kn, which isn’t bad for an old girl weighing over 13 tonnes, the boat, I mean, not Alice! On this tack, we were delighted to reach our first milestone….ONE THOUSAND NAUTICAL MILES since leaving Portugal. Uplifted by this achievement, on the spur of the moment, Alice enquired, ‘Why don’t we go to Menorca?’
We thought it was a fine idea and so we continued East. We were aiming for Cala son Saura on the south coast. We arrived late afternoon and anchored off the beach. Part of a nature reserve and utterly undeveloped or altered. The seaweed is left on the beach and their are no facilities.
Over our morning tea and coffee we were delighted to spot through the binoculars, under the shade of the trees, a couple of small cabins that seemed to have a pictograms of a woman and a man on the doors. Feeling the need for a proper loo we headed off in the dinghy and walked along the desolate shore. The beach was covered in brown balls of different sizes. Strange! They look like coir bristles bundled together in a matted tangle, like spherical dreadlocks. Despite its unkempt, weed covered appearance it was very appealing.
Along a rough track towards a farm house behind the beach was a gate made from olive wood. All wonky and curved. Organic and rustic. I have commissioned one from Mr D, who can make anything!
We set off walking from the beach inland, aiming to find somewhere for coffee. We walked about three miles and no cafe appeared. It was a beautiful walk between fields and dry stone walls. We saw these incredible wedding cake stone constructions and on further investigation discovered that they were hollow, barn type constructions for animals to shelter in.
We returned to the road. Having brought no water or sun cream we decided it would be sensible to thumb a lift back to the beach. We were kindly offered a ride by a civil engineer who worked for Menorca Tourist Board. She explained that she was here to check the newly built road and car park infrastructure that had recently been built to aid easy access to the National Park.
We moved round to Cala Trebelujer. Later in the afternoon and as soon as the tour boat had left we took the dinghy to the beach intending to lift it over the sand bar and thence to the small river in the Northern corner of the bay. The pilot guide referred to being able to paddle up stream, through quiet marsh flat land, in order to spy turtles, dragon flies, birds and fish. Alice and I were tempted by the prospect of our very own African Queen moment, so dressed to repel mozzies, and, sporting matching straw hats we headed ashore and jumped eagerly from the dinghy to pull it up over the sand bar.
Alice was in the lead and first to step into the fresh water of the stream. The sand underfoot was almost like quick sand and taking a step too far, Alice disappeared up to her hips in the squidgy sand. Luckily,she grabbed me and amidst much laughter, we were able to pull her out. Weak with the giggles, we collapsed into the dinghy and in that few seconds seemed to have managed to scare off every wild creature that we had hoped to see.
We paddled up stream in a kind of unison, zigzagging between the reeds. The wide mouth of the stream began to narrow and we squeezed through the vegetation until we could go no further.
It was so peaceful and tranquil. We did see fish and dragonflies, but no turtles. It was a pleasant way to spend an evening in the sunshine.
We set off back to Son Saura for the night and the following day had a speedy run all the way back to Pollensa.
We enjoyed refreshing showers in Pollensa and had a wander around deciding to eat out. Returning from the restaurant Alice spotted the fish tank place where you can have your feet nibbled. We tried it. What a strange experience. Kind of nippy and tickly at the same time. But after only five minutes we had wonderfully soft feet.
Next day, after breakfast Alice and Ian kindly drove us to Lidl so we could restock all the heavier supplies! With a delicious lunch sorted, too, we went back to the boat. All too soon, Alice and Ian had to head back to the airport via the Lluc Monastry and Soller and we were alone again.
A wonderful wine-filled and fun-filled week.