Ibiza

Yes that's right - Eyebeezer.  It's our second day here, with Alistair and we're chilling out (or something).  In fact it all seems very pleasant, if hot.  We're told that most of the more publicised activity comes from the far side of the island (San Antonio).  The marinas are very crowded and very, very expensive though.  We are anchoring a lot.

 It was slowly dawning on us on our way around that our boat is small.  She's really very small here, compared to most of the other craft around.  The motorboats (known as "stinkers" to us old salts) are enormous.  Gin palaces doesn't do them justice.  Some of them have tenders bigger than Sally T.  In fact I suspect that some of the tenders have bigger tenders than us.  We know our place!  What was it I was reading about the Spanish economy?

But economics isn't everything.  I remember saying that there'd be no more about football in this corner of the web.  But we can't really stick to that in the circumstances.  We spent the night of the match anchored about a mile off the shore of the Spanish mainland.  So we could follow the exciting events by the crowd reaction, and were in no doubt at all about who had won.  But we avoided the worst of the overnight, early morning and mid-morning noise.  When you see so much celebration even I can't help feeling quite pleased!!

 Val and I find that things normally run more smoothly if we stick to our traditional roles:  she does the domestic effort (cooking, washing ..) and I generally look after the boat.  So when she suggested I made dinner yesterday I had to find other activities....

The view was good too.