Of Corse

So a holiday is finally upon us, after four months of toil in France. We part arranged linking up with a good friend from back in Nottingham who had been travelling around France for the past couple of weeks, and making the trip together over to Corsica.
So after a very relaxed friday evening, we set off to Nice on Saturday morning to make the rendezvous. Rob had picked the quietest spot in Nice, finding a Cafe within metres of a conveyor belt of noisy wedding parties, drums pounding, celebrations filling the air. We took coffee and made our way to the Ferry.
Let me state that Corsica Ferries is NOT P&O.
We had a small cabin to keep the bags on board, and whilst exploring the boat, found the outdoor swimming pool and sundeck was probably the best place to hang out for the journey. Coolbox with beers and Champagne and a good catch up, ate away into the 6hour journey time.
Staying in the Baie de Liscia, our hotel was good, and the following day we set out to catch some of the sights. A flawless day really, Gin clear seas, burning golden sands, Radox advert mountain pools, fiery red rock formations at Les Calanques, and to top it off, encore de Champagne on the rocks by the sea, watching the fiery Mediterranean sun lay down its head for the evening.
On the move again now, but a selection of some of the pictures from yesterday.