We left with sadness but with new expectations and yet another world to visit.

We slipped line at 1245 and Paul gentle ease Arctura out of her berth and into the quite marina basin. Sails went up immediately and we had a cracking sail almost all the way to Elba. About 5 miles off the coast of Elba the wind died down, then picked up, then died down again and so we decided to engine into Portoferraio, Napoleans home in excite for a while.

We had to wait for our berth allocation and were then shown our new home, which we slipped into with perfect precision, crew working like a well oil machine.

The videos tell more of our story of arrival.

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