We are east of Greenwich for the 1^st time having passed the town of Mascarat which is proud to be on the Meridian.  We did a short motorsail from our choppy cove to the shelter of a marina in Calpe.  It’s another awful development, but with the compensation that the marina is at the foot of the very impressive rocky outcrop called the Penon de Ifach.  Sounds a bit Welsh to us!  We passed the remains of a late Roman fish farm at the sea’s edge on a walk along into the town, so nothing new about those then.

Another bit of banned sailing stuff: getting into this marina berth was probably the tightest squeeze ever – and to make matters worse, performed right in front of the yacht club’s crowded bar.  There was just enough room between the 2 rows of moored boats to swing ours through 90 degrees and reverse onto the pontoon in the narrowest of gaps.  The fact that we didn’t hit anything or snag anyone’s mooring line was thanks to the perfect shelter in here.