�� The �mini mercado� / cafe next to the marina office was alive this morning. Fishermen were grabbing a morning coffee and chatting with friends at the entrance while at the back a counter separated the shop. A large plastic box in the middle contained the morning�s delivery of bread rolls and a cabinet displayed cakes and pastries. Si arrived with perfect timing as I peered in wondering what to buy for his elevensis. Provisioned for our day we head back to Brindabella luckily bumping into Captain Mike and his wife Sally who gave us some top tips about the currents running along the coast. Si took the long trek to return the pontoon key then we were ready to depart on our next leg.

�� The forecast F3/4 didn�t arrive and it was a long day having to motor in the calm. What a day of wildlife though. Numerous pairs of gannets were busy taking the children out fishing, then Si spotted first a dolphin some way off then a sunfish with its fin flopping to and fro. The highlight without doubt though arrived just as we were getting desperately bored. A couple of dolphins, then more and then their friends arrived for a dance alongside Brindabella. Today I didn�t bother with the camera and hung over the bow watching the playful creatures so close I could have touch them as they juggled for pole position right at the stem with their dorsal fins touching the hull. What joy! They entertained for some time then were gone in an instant.

�� Gammon today came in the form of pea and ham (gammon) soup for lunch then the remains sliced with pineapple, saut� potatoes and steamed vegetable for dinner. I now have to think how to serve up the other joint which will expire soon!

�� Our course now brought us closer to the coast and Cabo da Roca the most westerly point of mainland Europe. We were somewhat surprised that the lighthouse wasn�t lit especially as the evening mist was now quite thick.

�� Now dark the lights from Cascais were a welcome sight after many hours with no wind. We were greeted in true Portuguese manner on the visitor�s pontoon whereupon the dockmaster rushed around to another berth to help with our lines. It wasn�t a late night and my thoughts were with the family at Pete and Di�s Ruby Anniversary party.

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