The Witch is out of the water; no wonder dolphins like her so much, she looks just like one underneath. 🐬 🐬 🐬 The slow speed mystery has also been solved; it seems the propeller makes a good camp site for some inhabitants of the sea.
Witch’s log, 14th to today in August, 2019 Having spent too much time and money in Vigo, I had to be realistic; the Witch wasn’t going to make it all the way to the Algarve this year and an alternative had to be devised. Like other fellow sailors in similar circumstances and through David from Read More
Witch’s log, 10th to 12th of August The day came and we finally left Vigo and headed South West. After a little engine trial the day before which didn’t exactly inspire much confidence, we had had enough of the industrial harbour and it was time to make some progress. We set off at 9:00 sharp Read More
Witch’s log, 28th of July til 9th of August, 2019 After almost a year of non existent activity, the Witch was yet to move again, a bit late in the summer I realise, but better late than never. This time the plan was (or rather still is) to sail her down to Portugal. Elsa returned Read More
Witch’s log, mid Aug to mid Sep 2018, roughly. What follows is old news but old news is better than no news. I realised (or rather, I knew it all along but was too involved in so many other things to actually get on to it) that I hadn’t posted in a long time and Read More
Witch’s log, 20th to 23rd of June 2018 We set sail on the 20th for a relatively close town called Villa Garcia, passing Isla d’Arosa on the way waving to Peter’s boat is which stood ashore. It was only a 10 mile trip. Villa Garcia, as the great book suggests, doesn’t have much for it. Read More
Witch’s log, 13th to 20th of June, 2018 And then there were two. Having rested, we then decided to stay an extra day in A Coruña to see the city, which in the end turned out to be two days due to strong winds the following day. When walking about we discovered a hidden gem Read More
Witch’s log, 9th to 13th of June, 2018 You know you must have a loose screw when you decide to cross Biscay, one of the most feared and weather adverse passages in the world, in what is now an old, small, fragile and half wood sailing boat with only a tiller to steer. More so Read More