Seven/seven/seven

It rained last night in Kalkan. The steep streets became rivers. Thunder echoed around the town and lightning put on a fireworks display for us. Glad to be safely in harbour.

Off at 06:30 this morning for the longer trip past Patara and the Seven Capes. It seemed quirky that on our way to the Seven Capes, at seven o'clock, Lucy helmed us along at a glorious seven knots.