Graham and I hung out for a week in Ibiza. I tried to recover from the lead up to loosing Tony. Graham was still wih me for a week and he looked after me in the way he knows best. We went clubbing. We went to Ibiz’s most expensive and famous nightclub called Pacha. I told the cocktail waiter I had arrived in Bedella by boat and he said "cool" in such a laid back off hand way that my fixation with the bay was taking on a permanent resonance, Bedella. Once Graham returned to London I had time to reflect on my own. I was single handed again. I took the opportunity to fix the VHF connection at the mast and try and sort out the damage from Valencia. Laundry and provisioning needed doing of course, plus needed to log yet another plea for crew on the internet. Found a Laundromat for all the sheets and packed in some provisions by foot. Two weeks later, by the 15th I was ready to set sail again.