Last sail.

Our heavenly cove cleared out pretty early so we had it to ourselves once again. Bob was scrubbing the deck so I took a row to the beach and along the rocky shore. Where the Solitary Man camped looked like a perfect spot and he left no evidence that he'd been there. 👍 One mystery though, a large manure/dung pile. As we've neither seen nor heard animals, I can't imagine what left it except possibly a cow. I rowed along the shore hoping to see an elusive octopus peeking out of a rocky crevice but instead saw a bright sea star and schools of small fish. We had our last skinny-dip and set off for Preveza. We hoped to catch the 1300 swing bridge but the wind was too light so we drifted and had lunch and watched boats coming and going around us. We motored up the channel and followed the parade of boats, with a couple of boats in a hurry budging in front. The wind was a lovely westerly 10 knots from the open sea so we put up the sails. A perfect finish. We motored into the anchorage off the town where we'd been before and finished our idyllic day watching the sunset, drink in hand.Читать далее