Sunday we had a wander around A Coruna missing out the Torre de Hercule, the worlds oldest working lighthouse built about 2AD. The coast was covered by fog. Very strange seeing people sunbathing on a beach with lifeguards but being unable to see the water. We did, though visit the grave of General John Moore, killed during the retreat form Coruna after the battle of Elvina by the French, 1809.

 ‘not a drum was heard, not a funeral note. As his corse to the rampart we hurried. Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot. O’er the grave where our hero we buried.’

In the evening having helped out a Frenchman, Jean Pierre, who needed a nut for his alternator we spent a pleasant couple of hours socialising with him and another French couple, Stefan and Anne, on his boat. Nibbles and Rum sour.

About 50 miles from A Coruna and well on the way to Finisterre is this lovely Ria and the only real shelter from the North Easterlies we are getting at the moment. We left A Coruna just after high water to make the most of the possible west going tide at 07.00 on Monday morning and motored slowly along through the fog, which occasionally lifted to give glimpses of the coast. This poor visibility improved slightly as the wind picked up but then gave way to heavy rain. All in all not a day for sight seeing. We rounded Cabo Vilan about 16.00 and sailed up into the Ria to moor in the sailing club marina. No English spoken! Sarah’s Spanish improves by leaps and bounds.

The town is very quiet but does boast three supermarkets. Today we have had a walk around and rest in the sunshine.