leaving my sorry looking Dehler 36 behind for a couple of weeks I jumped on a plane and headed for Gran Canaria.
Along with Skipper Des and crew mate Keith we had ten days to move a Hanse 371 from the canaries to Portugal, as far north as possible in the time we had.
it went something like this:
|The taxi along sheer drops around the island|
|skip eats a mini monty from the pan|
|arriving at porto santo|
|Keiths favourite spot off-watch|
|The Jayne-burka - factor 200 sunscreen|
|The yellow wagtail thought this may be an unusually large mate in equally fetching yellow|
|Skip pulled some exotic bird. She was found face down in the oranges next morning, sent off to Davy Jones locker|
|the daily dose of Dolphin|
|watching the sun go down|
|and then watching the sun come up again on the other side|
|I suppose I better look like I can steer this thing since we've done 1000 miles already|
|The rain, obligatory on every trip|
|The route we took, in 3 legs, 3 days, 4 days and then 1.5 days|
These are stills from the video I am making. Watch this space.
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