Wild Bird takes off
My daughter, Liz, and I were on Wild Bird, my Vancouver 38P, en route to meet friends at the port of Bastia in Corsica. With a few days to spare until another friend was due to arrive there by air from the UK, we decided to visit Mallorca. The last holiday that my late wife and I spent together had been at Puerto Pollensa at the north-west point of the island. We found it to be such a delightful place that I decided to stop off here to show Liz what it had to offer.
Approaching from the west, we rounded the lighthouse on Cap de Formentor and joined some other boats at anchor in the bay where they were sheltered from the westerly breeze. We anchored between the shore and a German-flagged boat and realised that we were close to the luxurious house and grounds that had featured in the. After making ourselves comfortable, a man in a small boat hailed us but neither of us understood what he was saying. I gathered at least that he was not wanting a mooring fee and assumed he was trying to sell us fish. In limited Spanish, I told him that we did not need any.
