Spanish Coast

Truantofsark
Tue 30 May 2017 08:29
37:01.59N 01:10.50W
Great sail yesterday through the Alboran Sea, with the yankee poled out to
port, the wind has died now and we are motoring toward Ibiza.
Again lots of dolphins came to play in Truant's wake.
Today we move to Spanish time, not a way of life, or dance step, just that
we need to as we arrive in Palma, otherwise all kinds of confusion will
ensue. For the second time this trip the Skipper can be found in the galley,
not with hands full of dirty boat bits, or grabbing the kitchen equipment as
the best / nearest cleaning material available, but doing his now (thanks to
the blogosphere) scrambled eggs. Don't tell Sheena, but he is a dab hand
with a bread maker.
Having rested the keyboard away from the editor in chief I would like to
record the crew's collective thanks to Sheena, all the effort made
beforehand to ensure we didn't get scurvy or worse still starve en route was
worth it, we have eaten like kings on fantastic food, chicken curry,
spagbol, chilly, pork goulash and Cornish pasties. Thank you, thank you,
however, for those anticipating slimmer men folk home from the sea, think
again!