A week aboard a catamaran along Sicily’s north coast — Palermo, the Aeolians at a distance, a great deal of Birra Messina, the kind of charcuterie that ruins you for British supermarkets, and a yellow Piaggio Ape called Nina that nobody quite got over.






Sicily ’26 is the return trip — same destinations, monohull this time. The Kavala trip is gathering interest. BVI ’27 is on the slate. Drop a name on whichever fits.