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ursday 21st July
We set off the next morning under motor, with little wind and what little there is, is on the nose. Going around the south point of Corsica, weaving amongst the islands and islets with Italian sounding names (Ratino, Poraggia, Cavallo, Lavezzi) we are back into civilisation. Plenty of sailing and motor boats, from small fishing craft to big ferries and tankers, to avoid. And by the way, anyone knows why the biggest and swankiest boats we come across are all registered in the UK?