That’s the Kat, middle back.
As a result I decided to backtrack to an island I haven’t visited and wait for more favorable winds. Ustica. A tiny little island north of Sicilys western tip previously known as the black pearl due to what I imagine is volcanic, black rock. Very accommodating harbour master! I baulked at € 72 per night and negotiated, he came back with € 60 for two nights and on paying he just took the 50. How nice is that? Ok no power,water or showers since Covid . I think that’s a nod to the fact that there is a desalination plant producing expensive water here but there must be springs somewhere because fruit and veg is grown and watered.
Walk to hill top.
Looking down the Main Street
First nights anchorage , in the tiny ident below and to the right of lighthouse . Arrived at 03.30 very knackered and bruised from the swell that followed me from where I did a U turn. Deafened as well from the banging and crashing of tins, cups , pans , glasses, lines , shackles and flagging sail. Thought I’d wait for wind so moved to the harbour at the top, needed to feel solid ground as well!
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