Anyone who tells you its always raining in Ireland obviously hasn't spent much time there
one wild corner had escaped me and long been on my bucket list. To roam the wild west shores of Connemara, with its shaggy little ponies, misty mountains and steely-coloured lakes had long been a romantic notion.
the most jaw-dropping spectacle in Segovia must surely be the giant Roman aqueduct.
It's not every day you find wild boar of local provenance on a menu and we positively pigged out ( pardon the pun) in royal style on several local delicacies cooked to perfection.
This arid landscape was littered with previously-drowned, stony villages, a legacy of the sixties' Franco regime, skeletons of dry stone walls stretched across the dusty plain and a tiny stone shepherd's shelter, long submerged, lay exposed in the lower levels.
...as I landed in Madrid airport for a short but very welcome break, my expectation was coloured by decades of second-hand reports of sangria and straw donkeys.
The crews of Kingfisher and Nightsong, who berthed at the Island of Kerrera opposite Oban, woke up this morning to be greeted by thick fog. Luckily this soon burnt off to reveal a glorious day, so they set sail South down the West coast of Scotland to face the challenge of navigating the Cuan Sound. Cuan … Continue reading Leg 4. The Isle of Kerrera to Craobh
The first day’s sail of leg 4 brought the boats down Loch Linnhe.
This remarkable feat of engineering was built by Thomas Telford between 1803 and 1822 and at over a quarter of a mile it is the longest staircase lock in Britain.
Loch Lochy was the most beautiful part of the journey and with an F4 we had a great sail. As we approached the western end of the Loch the snow-capped Ben Nevis came into view