Sunday we sailed down to Ria de Camarinas (approximately 19 miles further west). We had steady breezes most of the way but with HEAVY RAIN! (Yuk, that wasn't in the brochure!) But it was an enjoyable sail just the same. Karen helmed the full 4 hours and was soaked to the skin! Camarinas is another small fishing port/holiday resort with a small marina run by the yacht club. We had a walk into town to pick up some supplies. Odd little town with a canning fish factory on the seafront.
Monday's weather was overcast for most of the day with mist rolling over the hills - you would have thought we were anchored in a loch in Scotland or Norway. It was still very pretty despite the lack of sunshine.
We ventured back into town that evening with the crew from Lone Rival, Liz, Mark and Chloe and had a very enjoyable evening in a local bar eating tapas.
The next day, the sun came out to play and the northerly breezes had arrived at last! Spinnaker up and away we go down to Finisterra - what a great 4 hour sail we had :-)
There are no marinas in Finisterra so we anchored on the north side of the harbour wall in the bay. We had had engine issues as we were coming in so Nigel spent the next hour or so sorting it out. The usual problems, water in diesel from a bad fuel supply. The engine all sorted we got out the rubber dub and went over to the fishing port to start the walk of 2 miles or so up the hillside to visit the lighthouse at the "end of the old world" - the most westerly point in Europe. The hot long walk was worth it, the views across the bay were magnificent.
It had been a beautiful sunny hot day and when we arrived back to Persephone, Nigel was delighted to discover that our solar panels had been working full out and our batteries had been recharged to 100% (for those of you who don't know about this obsession - when you are not in a marina and thereby attached to shore power, you are solely reliant on your batteries to run all manner of things on board - the computer for nav, lights and most importantly the fridge!) We settled down for a reasonably early night, after eating stuffed pork chops and spicy tomato canellini beans, as we were planning an early(ish) start tomorrow as we planned to head South to Bayona. We said our goodbyes to the Lone Rival gang, swopped email addresses, and no doubt we will catch up with each other down in Maderia.
Wednesday was looking to be a great day, wind still northerly and the sun was shinning! We left Finisterra at 8.15 BST and had a tremendous 10 hour trip flying the Spinnaker for most of the time. We had the company of dolphins on a couple of occasions and saw a number of basking sunfish. Arrived hot, a little sunburnt, into Bayona at 18.00 BST and experienced our first stern to pontoon mooring, quite a palaver but sure we will get the hang of it eventually. Nice to have RORC and JOG on the back of the boat as we were personally welcomed by an elder statesman of the yacht club who was pleased to see a race boat arrive! We had a very pleasant supper in the the splendid Monte Real Yacht Club…….. and so to bed very tired.