Planning for our longest single trip yet…and knowing that we had David Heane, maiden voyager extraordinaire, arriving to assist once more, we intended to provision at the nearby Mercadona supermarket. Unfortunately, it took us hours and miles of walking due to catching the wrong bus!
Anyway, we finally arrived back at the boat (by taxi) and unloaded just in time for David’s arrival. Before any beers could be opened we had a serious job to complete. The fitting of the fog horn. (Foghorn, Leghorn!). David and I
hauled Ian up the mast to the first set of spreaders, a second time so he could fit the refurbished fog horn. But this time he also wanted to be pulled all the way to the top of the mast so that he could inspect it completely. A lot of effort for David. I was on the safety lines.
Beers were opened but not too much as we had to be up at 0430 to leave enough time to get to Ibiza so we could rendezvous with Angela.
We negotiated the busy fishing area outside Altea. By sunrise we had passed most of the fishing craft around us. We had a good days sailing, even Genevieve made an appearance but she broke her shackle around the bowsprit so had to be put away again! But whilst she was up, we saw dolphins on about three occasions. Large pods of them that came to play around the bow. It was fantastic to see them. We arrived in San Antonio, Ibiza at about 1730. Our first impressions were good.
We were tied up in a nice space near the toilets and the Capitania. David and I had put the boat to bed before Captain Moulding came back from booking in, with his free handy zippable folder, useful lanyard and, most importantly, drinks vouchers.
We spruced ourselves up and set off for the bar. Three beers and three cavas later we headed back to the boat for dinner. Next day, would be a quick hop round the island to Sant Miquel where we were to pick up Angela.
We arrived early afternoon and anchored over sand.
We took the dinghy to the beach to suss it out and peruse the menu of a beach front restaurant – possibly one of the the most expensive ever! And then we were back at the boat for tea. Sleep by 2130 so that we would have a few hours kip before Angela arrived from her flight to Ibiza. The boys got up to go and collect her from the beach. The taxi driver was most perturbed to be leaving her alone on the beach at 0130. She assured him that the lights heading to shore were indeed coming to collect her.
We were up and at ’em by 0500 hrs and off to Mallorca in a very wallowy sea; whether motoring or sailing. We made fair progress. Mostly motoring because of the swell. We arrived in Andratx in the afternoon and parked on the floating pontoon stern to next to a friendly Frenchman. No sign of the Ports IB marineros so we set off to the bar and were delighted to meet the gang from T’Shire. The Daggets and The Vyvyans. How special!
We had made it! 790 miles over the course of 7 weeks. They had provided the incentive to arrive at a certain place by a certain time and we had done it!