Yeehah! There was no music blaring out of the marina bars last night and I only woke with one tiny addition to my insect bite collection and a face almost human. Not only that, but the sun was shining. Si woke me up remaining me I had promised to zip to the bakery early today. Although around 9am Sanxenxo was closed. The shops and bars were still sleeping and at the bakery the blinds were down and the shelves empty. I wondered if today was a holiday. I walked up the hill to the supermarket where the doors were half open, delivery lorries were unloading and a solitary cleaner was mopping the floors. I returned to a glum Simon. Muesli is far more nutritious anyway!

  In my absence Simon had started the laundry and we ploughed our way through quite a stack. We have a great system now and soon the guardrails were pegged with sheets and clothes wafting in the gentle warm breeze. Si wandered off to pay the marina bill and returned some time later with arms full with purchases from the now open bakery. We had empanada for lunch before slipping the lines and heading off up the ria.

   It was a wonderful sunny day but without wind. We motored a little way then hoist the headsail where the 2 ½ - 3 knots of breeze was just enough to hold the sail. In total tranquillity we drifted with the tide at one knot an hour watching the ria slip by slowly. Tiny little beaches alternate with rocks around the coastline and white washed houses with terracotta roofs rise up the hills, then into view came OMG! the biggest ugliest collection of chimneys belching grey smoke. I quickly swung the binoculars round a few degrees and returned to perfection.

   Si rummaged in the cupboard and produced a solar powered charger for the laptop. In a flat calm, creeping along with stunning scenery and beautiful sunshine I am sitting on deck writing my journal on the cockpit table. Lovely!.........................

   We rounded the tiny military owned island ofTambo leaving the factories, huge naval school and port of Marin to starboard and headed for the anchorage at Comborro. The large marina beside us was somewhat of a surprise as our pilot book noted only a few berths. It was obviously a very new addition. Through the binoculars the old town looked very quaint with stone buildings tightly packed in a random fashion. Further round the ria was a large church and convent nestled in the dense woods. With great excitement I watched Si pump up the dinghy on the foredeck. We hoisted it with a halyard over the side and swung the outboard onto the transom with the davit. Luckily Si then decided to test the engine. The bad news was the water pump wasn’t working L, but the good news was, Si didn’t put his angry head on J. We opened a large bottle of Peroni and watched a beautiful sunset with a zillion shades of pink and blue setting off a slither of moon. We ate dinner with the hillsides turning into masses of twinkling streetlights.