A deep ravine cuts a jagged line down the steep slopes to the waters edge where a cluster of pastel-coloured houses nestle above the shoreline, each one framed in white stucco, a gallery of water colours on the shore.
Sunday, 12 June 2016
The mountains of Sardinia lie low on the horizon, the morning haze softening the harsh silhouette of jagged peaks and plunging cliffs; a single clump of white cumulus cloud hangs over the land, the only feature in the powder-blue morning sky. As we leave our anchorage, a light wind pushes us slowly east towards Filicudi, an island in the Aeolian group, off the north coast of Sicily, where we plan to make landfall tomorrow.
Posted by Frewie at 10:26
Saturday, 25 July 2015
Posted by Frewie at 01:59
Saturday, 18 July 2015
It is very unsettling anchoring in a shallow bay at night with no ambient light and reefs and shoals on all sides. I kill the engine and the silence is profound. This is the island of Tanna, in Vanuatu, devastated by a hurricane only a few months ago and we are here with much-needed supplies for the villagers.
Posted by Frewie at 19:09
Sunday, 12 July 2015
The ratchet on our big Penn reel screams as the strong monofilament line is stripped off at high speed. The rod arcs in its holder and the fish makes its first run. In our wake I see the distinctive bill of the famous blue Marlin, the king of game fish, thrashing in the water trying to throw the hook.
Posted by Frewie at 12:45