When we spent a couple of days sitting out the strong northerly wind in Fornells I noticed on the gribs that the wind originated from the French/Spanish border.  I had my suspicions that the wind was the Tramontana which 14 years ago put an early end to my promising sky-diving career and very nearly my life.  My suspicions were confirmed by Francis on the jeep safari and blow and behold it's back again now.

So last night was a choppy one on anchor watch again.  It wouldn't be too bad had we had a bit more sleep on our last night in Cala en Porter.  A group of Spaniards came in at last light, dropped their hook right by us (even though the rest of the bay was empty) and compounded the problem by attaching a stern line to shore.  It was nice of them to put fenders out towards the stern of the boat when it's their bow we would have hit had we swung round.  Anyone near the back of the boat wouldn't be saved by fenders as they'd have been garotted by the unmarked shore line first.  They'd beggared off to shore before we could have a word and so Chris suggested we needed an anchor watch.  My response: "Darling, we've been here a week and we know our anchor hasn't budged, I think what you're suggesting we need starts with 'W' and rhymes with anchor watch."  Honestly, some people!

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