Shades of Grey
Off to find some Moules. Here we were moored for the night.
Off to find some Moules. Here we were moored for the night.
Contemplating getting wet.
Chow time, crossing Ionian Sea towards Cofu. More tomatoes and onion slop, oh ya, with a piece of bread.
Well into the first night crossing towards Corfu, Greece, this little guy caught safe passage with us. He was all alone in the middle of the sea, with us. In the morning he came from behind the ropes at the mast and hovered over and then attacked and ate the large moth that had been bothering us all night. Then he flew off towards Greece, like us. 😉
Staying the course in heavy wind takes concentration, but man what a thrill!!
Entering the locks from a long que is like getting an early morning coffee at Starbucks, one needs to exercise patience for others, sailing etiquette, and much caution.
From where we were bound to a buoy.
Waiting out the night.
Heading towards Corfu
This is a view while we were going to land on our little inflatable rib for breakfast, leaving Songline anchored.