The wind had abated on Monday morning so we took the opportunity to move on towards the next Ria but at the same time finding shelter from the north, northeast wind that was due to increase, yet again, later in the day.

We departed Pobra da Cardinal after a quick provisioning. The fishermen were taking advantage of the spring low tide and were scouring the sea bed for razor clams. There must have been nearly a hundred fisherfolk stretched along the low water off the beach.

The unloading of the tuna boats had started again at 0730. They were still taking tuna off the big ship—that is now six full working days and still there is still tuna in the hold.

We decided to move all of eight miles down the Ria, at least that is roughly how far we thought it was because the log impeller had failed to work——little crabs etc had made their home in it! We anchored off the beach and had a quiet night. A full moon did not stop the Aduanas (customs) visiting us at about midnight and shining their spotlight onto the stern of Marita as they did with the two other anchored yachts. Full moon!

The fair was going strong in the town, fortunately downwind.

In the morning we were ready to leave but thought it obligatory to at least go and see the town. It was not worthwhile as essentially it was a big fishing port with a very poor interior. All rather shabby and a sign of the economy of Spain which we have seen throughout Gallicia.

 

The only excitement was seeng the lifeboat going out to rescue a French yacht that had hit the rocks—it had been towed in so we went to see it as it had been lifted out onto the hard——a damaged rudder, some keel and hull damage and water still draining out of it. Not good!