Favignana, off the coast of Sicily, is an attractive town and harbour, where my partner Rosemary and I spent a few weeks one summer on Linga Linga, our Moody 376. The anchorage was crowded with Italian boats, and there was plenty of entertainment, with boats getting in the way of ferries, and everyone anchoring close together.
One day we helped an Italian yacht, which was dragging its anchor, and the skipper took a liking to us. However, he moored too close for comfort, so I helped him to re-anchor and, over a few bottles of wine, Anglo-Italian relations were improved! Later, when I attempted to raise our anchor there was a loud clunk and the winch stopped. The anchor had stuck under a rock. It was no problem; with care…
