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Friday, December 8th
I got up at five-something in the morning and went into the harbour bar for a coffee and then boarded the ferry. We left the port at first light. A stiff westerly wind was blowing, and the sun rose over the Maddalena archipelago and soaked the island and some low hanging clouds into a beautiful light. Colours varied from a deep orange to pink, but despite all these variations of red it wasn´t the warm light which so often blesses Sardinian mornings. It was a frosty light, a clear precursor of stormier things to come.
When we approached Bonifacio, the wind had increased, and clouds were jamming at south Corsica´s mountains. Something was brewing in the atmosphere. The forecast was pretty reliable now concerning the swell. A vast field of strong south-westerly winds stretching through the whole western Mediterranean Sea was working on creating a solid swell aiming straight at Corsica. The swell was due to arrive the following day and the only – but vital – question was, how the local winds would turn out.
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