Saturday 23rd August

We motored for 20 minutes to Soto Grande. This is the first experience of Mediterranean mooring which is taking ropes to take to the bow and tying on. These ropes are disgusting, covered in mud and barnacles. Then tie the stern to the wall and cross spring the stern to prevent lateral movement.

I realised that Philip’s ability to get the boat into smaller and yet smaller spaces had come on a pace. The Fairline agent had been arranged to come aboard to fit a new engine room fan.

The weather was glorious and we took the jet rib to a nearby beach and had lots of fun swimming and sunbathing.

We ate that night in a Chinese restaurant that we had eaten in eight years ago. We were really excited that we were in the med but were very aware that there was still a long way to go to Beaulieu.