26 May 2022 - Leuca

This was going to be a long day, with 72 miles to go, so we slipped out of the harbour, very slowly, at 6.00am. It was very slowly because, at the harbour entrance, the depth sounder reads zero. We didn’t bump the bottom, but I suspect slid over the sand.

We motored until mid morning, then were able to sail. We had, at this point, three other yachts in sight, all obviously making the same journey. It was great to be in a convoy. We had superb sailing conditions: the sun shining, flat water and a good breeze to allow us to truck along at a reasonable speed. We’re using "George" the auto helm, more than ever this year and it does take off a lot of the workload off hand steering.

Around the middle of the day, we got the kite up, always a joy, and this allowed us to make sufficient speed to catch up with the two boats ahead of us. When we slowed down to get the kite down, though, they went ahead again and we played leap frog for a while. By now all the boats were motor sailing, to keep speed up and to arrive at our destination before dusk.

The little town of Leuca looks delightful and we gather it is a popular holiday destination, with lots day tripper boats taking people to see the limestone caves nearby, and music and partying going on until the small hours in summer. The marina is closed, for “essential maintenance”, so we anchored in the little bay, outside the beaches and cafes. After an hour or so, we were joined by three other boats, and, as we are more limited in where we can go, by our depth, we were very pleased to have arrived first and had our pick of the spots. We could see the monumental stone stair case by the harbour, which was built by Mussolini as a ceremonial gateway to Italy. Leuca is a popular spot for yachts that are then going to cross to Corfu.






The anchor had gone down and bitten beautifully, in sand, but as we went to bed, we could here a horrible grinding noise in our cabin at the bow. Occasionally the boat was violently jerked. We have had this once before, so were sure that the chain was probably caught round a rock. In the dark, there was nothing we were going to be able to do about it until morning so I moved to the aft cabin and Steve settled down in the saloon. It was going to be a restless night, and not because of noise from the shore. As it out of season, it was otherwise quiet and peaceful.

Miles Today - 72

Miles 2022 - 620

Tricia (and Steve) 






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