We left Ste Evette at eleven o'clock
on Wednesday the sixteenth of July. Wind was a steady three to four. Sails up,
A lovely flat calm sea, out went the
trolling lines and my first success, a mackerel, next the ugly one, we let go. I
didn't want anything looking like that in my grill pan !!!
The mackerel was gutted, beheaded,
opened, a little salt, pepper and butter, one and a half minutes in the
microwave and voila, a fresh starter for skipper.
Our four on four off shift
system works brilliantly well. We both get eight hours sleep, eight hours on
watch and eight hours together which includes all meals. Beez is extremely
Bear's best comment "Shall I
get the Guernsey flag down and put up the Spanish one?", "No leave that
in the cupboard and get the French one down skipper".
Skipper sorting out the staysail, a
sunset and me in night watch mode, one ear has channel sixteen, the other has
some music, on random. The Snooopy strap purse holds
the "little chap" (MP3 player) with about
six hundred and fifty albums on it, a very
eclectic mix, you never know what will come on next, Bob, Bangles, Bach or
Day two we saw small groups of
dolphins, then just as I had got into bed at six am, twenty five of them came to
play with us, it was their chattering and clicking that kept me awake. We
over a hundred during the rest
of the day, I said I would pay them to jump and let me get it on camera, but
each time I clicked they had disappeared. DO DOLPHINS SLEEP
Apparently YES. About
eight hours a day, they sleep one side at a time. One eye open, the other
closed. If they slept both sides at once they would drown as they consciously
have to breathe.
The Spanish coast, a man without WD40
is like Blue Peter with no sticky backed plastic. The choppy water of
Finisterre, although not 3D.
Is it true that the
Bay of Biscay is often "grey and tempest tossed" or is
that just another one of those popular myths. The truth is that fear inspired by
the Bay of Biscay is entirely justified.
Winter storms are fierce and
frequent there; the weather changes abruptly as cold fronts associated with lows
pass through, and the seas, which are often crossed, can be extremely
uncomfortable. The abrupt rise of the sea floor to a depth of one hundred and
ten meters, due to the Continental Shelf, causes the reinforcement of all waves
with periods over twelve seconds.
Moreover, The Rochebonne
Plateau, the local shoal shoal thirty miles offshore at a depth of only about
thirty feet brings additional risks. No doubt about it, the Bay of Biscay's
reputation is richly deserved.
We left on a flat calm sea, by the end of day three we were feeling winds of
five to six and the sea behind us was a moderate swell with cross
with white horses after the
wind suddenly changed to east, north, east at three am. By the time we reached
Cabo Villano the winds were rising to thirty knots, then as we approached
thinking we would find calm,
the local wind called Nordeste Pardo meant as we entered the Ria we were getting
near to thirty five knots. I actually parked in an eight !!! at thirty eight
Bear chucked ropes to four
"beefy locals" who knew the winds well. I had to hold off with full reverse. We
got in to the last accessible berth before the winds rose to forty five knots,
two boats after
us had to anchor in the bay, first time Bear has seen anchor sails
used in earnest. The weird thing is the wind never drops below twenty knots in
full sunshine all day and all night. We switched
the engine off at eighteen forty five on Saturday the nineteenth, a
journey of three hundred and sixty three miles (log said two hundred and
twelve). A total of seventy nine hours and forty five minutes.
Camarinas exploration will wait
as we sit this out for a couple of days DVD fest. Sorry I bitched about
twenty eight knots in Trebeurden. Bear has had to replace chaffed shore
STRANGE to have breaking spray
from waves wetting the cockpit inside a marina ??? Waves break
over the substantially wide pontoon !!!!!