We’d been out of sight of land for over 72 hours.
Virtually no shipping. A ferry lit up like a Christmas tree and a few fishing vessels.
Northern Spain was spotted just as dawn broke.
We headed towards what looked like an impenetrable mountain range, trusting in the pilot book.
The narrow entrance revealed itself at last.
We lowered the sails and turned on the engine.
There was one rock in the entrance that was clearly marked.
We rounded the breakwater and saw a couple of cruising yachts already at anchor.
We dropped the hook and reversed the engine to dig it in.
The TG descended the companion way.
I waited until the boat settled and took some bearings. One on a church spire and one on a headland.
I waited.
I checked the bearings again. No change.
I went below and crawled into my bunk. The TG was already asleep.
It was 8 o’clock in the morning.
A few hours later we got up.
While the TG was preparing some lunch I dropped the tender from the davits and secured it alongside ready to start exploring.



  1. Posted May 4, 2011 at 12:44 pm | Permalink

    Cruisin. . . nice. I sleep so well when I am rocked in the bosom of the sea.

    daddyp replied:

    Bosoms are very handy …..

  2. Posted May 4, 2011 at 12:45 pm | Permalink

    tales of the sea! yippee! and by the way… i’ve learned through shore diving that it’s a bad idea to take bearings from an orange truck parked at a restaurant and a family of twelve having a picnic on the beach….

    daddyp replied:

    I’ve also learnt not to trust someone to look for a certain light after they’ve lost their normal glasses overboard and they wear their prescription sunglasses on night watch ….

    Lo,TG replied:

    And, no, that wasn’t me!

    And I’ve learned that obsessively checking (that WAS me) the 3rd mate every half hour or so stops nasty accidents – like crashing into Gibraltar. It’s a VERY large rock.

  3. Posted May 4, 2011 at 3:24 pm | Permalink

    Almost enough to tempt me into the realm of the Kraken. I shall instead stand on the shore and listen to the poetry of the sea from a distance.

    daddyp replied:

    The Kraken wakes you up!

    archiearchive replied:

    I no longer wake at the Kraken Dawn

    daddyp replied:

    Oh good I can have a *GGGGGROAN*

  4. Posted May 4, 2011 at 5:59 pm | Permalink

    A lovely glimpse of a special memory, but what’s a davit?

    daddyp replied:

    Tis what you hang ickle boats off and can lower them into the wet stuff.

  5. Posted May 5, 2011 at 9:28 am | Permalink

    I have only ever sailed across The Bay of Biscay in a monster ferry, I sat in the bar drinking beer and reading a book while all around me people were going green – it WAS very rough!

    daddyp replied:

    I’ve skippered over the Bay four times – one was rough, two were good sailing conditions and one was a very slow and frustrating float. Actually the ‘float’ was just as well as the gearbox on the engine had been ripped apart, the prop was dangling under the boat, there was a bit of a leak, all the bilge pumps broke, the autopilot broke, the engine had detached itself from it’s mountings so when it was run to charge the batteries it was like driving over corrugated iron. We did enjoy the gin and tonic when we limped into Falmouth though … actually several G&T’s.

    gitwizard replied:

    Thank goodness it was a float and not rough with all that damage!

    daddyp replied:

    Just bobbing about day after day gets a tad tedious … particularly if the gin runs out.

    Lo,TG replied:

    I think *I* had cup-a-soup.

    gitwizard replied:

    Does a ‘Bloody Mary’ count as soup? I would’ve needed sedating after a trip like that!

    daddyp replied:

    Definitely counts as one of your ‘five-a-day’ …

    Lo,TG replied:

    Our ‘crew’ lost about a stone, in various ways, although he’d kept saying he had every confidence in us. Poor fool.

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