Blog O Gramme of Little Pea. Is This The Coast We See?
Littlepea
Mon 23 Jul 2012 11:05
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41:26.23N 09:20.52W
Vast sunken mountains with their sheer faces have
risen beneath us.Climbing from 5,000 meters depth to 200, the continental
shelf had turned a dead calm Biscay into a rather choppy and irratic
one.
After reefing and executing a smooth gybe
we put these waves dead on our stern along with the wind.
We surfed along these waves, downwind towards Finisterre between 7 and
9 knots. As the sun played on the breaking crests the dolphins too would ride
along with us, using Little Pea's bow to accelerate even faster.
I stare at the majesty of these beautiful, playful animals and think
about how lovely I bet they would taste.
After a couple of days of staring at the sea of
Biscay to our left and the equally wet and wavy Atlantic to our right it was a
pleasant change to rest our eyes upon this beautiful coast line.
Certainly a mentally pleasing waypoint to pass as
we have been pointing our bow at this corner of Spain for sometime
now.
I left Sacha in charge of his handy
work on watch as we goose winged our way along the coast at some 9 knots
and into a new day.
Unfortunately as I type this today it is not
to the magestic sounds of waves lapping against the hull and wind whipping the
rigging. It is to the sound of a Yanmar engine doing it's best to keep us
rocking on at 6 knots to make it to Cascais, halfway along the Portuguese coast
for midday tomorrow.
Some fresh food, water and perhaps if time allows a
dunk in the sea will help us on our way to what we hope is our next destrination
of Lanzarote.
Quip of the day:
The Coastguard have put out the following
warning:
Dyslexic Yorkshire man has been spotted wearing a
cat flap.
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