Corme
Moorglade's Voyage
Ted Wilson
Sat 24 Jul 2010 21:35
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Our position is 43:15.811N
08:57.395W
After a frustrating time with the WiFi at the yacht
club in Ares but a good meal ashore in the town with a very friendly
waitress, who was extremely forgiving of our complete inability with the Spanish
language, everyone slept soundly and needed Chris to arouse us from slumber at
the designated hour of 7am. The intention was to return the marina keys (and get
back the 10 euro deposit) and what was believed to be the 8am opening time,
however this actually proved to be 9 so keys were left with the small dog on the
adjacent boat ( and its owner) for them to return and we set off in light winds
for the 40 mile sail to Corme.
Before long a reasonable amount of wind arrived and
we were broad reaching at 6 knots in the sunshine. After a close encounter with
King Erik , who was following a tug into A Coruna we had an uneventful
trip until the approach to Corme when the wind got up and funnelled down the
hillside, making the final approach and the sail down manoeuvring a bit
hairy. Once inside the harbour things quietened down but the first attempt at
anchoring was unsuccessful and John complained bitterly, when retrieving the
anchor for a second attempt, that he was pulling up the whole harbour. What he
had caught seemed to be a weighted metal drainpipe attached to a bit of string.
Whether there was a boat at the other end was unclear, but once released we
moved nearer the beach and this proved much better and very
picturesque.
Corme is obviously not a place visited by many as
there are only 5 other boats at anchor apart from us, but is very cosmopolitan
as there are 5 different nationalities represented. The town is crammed
into a small space on a hillside with many narrow streets and it also proved
well equipped with bars. We had planned a meal on board so the lack of obvious
restaurants was not therefore a problem. The
dinghy trip back was rendered harrowing by the loss of John's hat which blew off
his head, floated for long enough to let us think it was retrievable and
then sank without trace.
Back at the boat it was discovered that there was
no white wine chilling but the intrepid crew were able to overcome this
difficulty by opening a bottle of red instead. There was a debate about the
possibility of a barbecue but the unanimous decision was that it was too much
trouble, so Chris cooked a delicious chicken dinner and Ted tried to get the
anchorage rocking by playing The Bangles loudly through the outside
speakers.
Strong winds are forecast for Monday so the
intention is to go to Camarinas and wait for them to
pass.
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