CAPTAIN`S BLOG
Autumn afloat around Mallorca…..
We cast off from Port de Sóller before sunrise, the bay still half-asleep. The Kelvin engine turned over steady and true — that deep, reassuring heartbeat that means we’re underway. Southward, the Tramuntana coast slipped by in soft greys and greens, high cliffs tumbling into calm, glassy water as the sun rose behind me.
By mid-morning we were off Dragonera, that familiar rugged shape standing guard at the western edge of Mallorca. We passed through the narrow gap between Dragonera and Sant Elm — a favourite stretch. We picked up a mooring in Sant Elm and had a quick run ashore to take the dog. Then we were off again to cross the Bay of Palma, headed south towards our final destination.
The miles slipped by, the sea relatively calm and the sky grey. Into her rhythm now, Bonnie Lass almost doing seven knots. We were quickly making good progress towards Cala Figuera. We rounded the most southern point of Mallorca, Cap de ses Salines, for the first time in a very long while, then headed northeast — a short hop up the coast to the entrance of Cala Figuera.
We made our way slowly into the tiny harbour, looking for our mooring — and there it was, right on the fishing dock in the centre of the cala. Surrounded by tiny whitewashed houses, almost every one with its own little boathouse below. A truly beautiful Spanish fishing village. The whole dock was full of people working away, preparing for the shooting the following day. This organised chaos was going to be part of our daily life for the next couple of days.
