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:
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| The taxi along sheer drops around the island |
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| skip eats a mini monty from the pan |
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| arriving at porto santo |
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| Keiths favourite spot off-watch |
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| The Jayne-burka - factor 200 sunscreen |
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| The yellow wagtail thought this may be an unusually large mate in equally fetching yellow |
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| Skip pulled some exotic bird. She was found face down in the oranges next morning, sent off to Davy Jones locker |
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| the daily dose of Dolphin |
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| Night watch |
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| watching the sun go down |
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| and then watching the sun come up again on the other side |
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| I suppose I better look like I can steer this thing since we've done 1000 miles already |
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| The rain, obligatory on every trip |
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| 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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