Boat day is always the best day.
Even writing about it now I have a pang of sadness wishing we could be back there!
This year we left it until the last day of our holiday, so it was a bit like saving the best until last. To say we were excited was an understatement!!
We hired a boat and a skipper for the day, bought enough food and drink to almost sink the ship and sped away into the distance.
The bigger yachts dwarfed our little nipper of a speed boat.
But hey, we didn’t care.
Safely on board we started a very efficient conveyor of Champagne
and sped away from the harbour leaving the bay of Cannes far behind us.
Just us and the deep blue ahead.
We got faster and faster and the ride got bouncier and bouncier.
Trying not to spill our drinks was top priority!!
We dropped the anchor and jumped straight in.
The sea was refreshing and crystal clear.
After a lot of excitement it was time for a much needed relax – enjoying yourself is exhausting!
And after all there’s no better place to top on your tan!
We blasted the music loud and kept our glasses full.
Cooling off every now and again when we got too hot.
Spot the Wally’s…
Our skipper for the day was a lovely man named Michele. He was the perfect host and did a fantastic job putting up with us unruly lot for the whole day!
We decided it was time to move on and see somewhere new. After we’d accounted for everyone we picked our spots and held on tight as we raced ahead.
When we arrived at destination number two our picnic was served.
After lunch we gave paddle boarding a go.
Some were a lot better at it than others..
Apparently paddle board yoga is a lot harder than it looks..especially after a few to many glasses of rosé. I swallowed about a gallon of sea water and possibly obtained a back injury.
Future reference, paddle board yoga and alcohol do not mix…I mean it doesn’t take genius to work that one out!!
After Haze, Imy and I failed miserably to all get on the paddle board at the same time we gave up and got safely back on board the boat.
We took it in turns to go behind the helm and play Captain.
All we were missing was the hat!!
I mean I wouldn’t actually trust us to take you anywhere!!
Dad took charge..not literally thank god, dancing at the helm.
With the day drawing to a close we headed back to the harbour with salty hair and bronzed, maybe slightly burnt, skin.
The day couldn’t have been anymore fun and it wasn’t even over!