Having had our fill of ‘The High Life’ we left St Tropex for Le Lavendou, where Mary was to be lifted. (After breakfast ashore of course). We motored around the headland and the beacon being pressure washed by ‘the authorities’, in the company of Rivas and other yachts, with what little wind there was on the nose once heading down the coast. We put up the sails and then progressively reefed as the wind piped up through the day. We had a wet beat up to Le Lavender, passing amongst a racing fleet. Great sailing!
Berthing for the last time on the Mediterranean was a little sad, so we treated ourselves to the most expensive dinner we could ashore.
The next day, 10th, we were up early to check with the yard, get the rig down and generally prepare Mary and ourselves for our return trips. Bob, the ‘Man with a trailer’ arrived at mid-day and did a masterful job of snugging Mary and the mast down on his trailer, driving away by 2pm. He and his wife were returning slowly to the UK, having a week’s holiday en route.
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Journeys end – at least for the waterborne Atalanta Mary. This was closing the Mediterranean track of Mary which had started at Marseille 3 years before.
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Looking back at St Tropez
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The beacons were being pressure washed
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If you are going to waterski, not a bad boat to be behind.
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Squaresails going the other way.
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A102 The hoist bay at Le Lavendou – a modern marina.
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A102 Loaded on the trailer mast threaded under the hull. Ready to go home.