The Magical Cies Islands 42:12:17N 08:54:26W

Yesterday we departed Club Monte Real de Yates, after a thoroughly
enjoyable experience. We visited the club house earlier the previous evening
for an aperitif, and to see if we could find any of the crews from the
two “other” Bluewater Rally boats (Baccus and Tapestry), who
were also participating in the Rally Portugal. The Rally Portugal boats had
started arriving in Bayona a couple of days before, after their Biscay
crossing. Shortly after our arrival in the bar, Jennie “found”
Ian and Lesley from Tapestry and Keith and Suzanne from Baccus. So we all
teamed up to go to dinner, in “down town” Bayona. Keith
selected what turned out to be an excellent restaurant, and we enjoyed Salt Sea
Bass and local seafood Paella. All washed down with Alberino and Rioja wines.
It was a good laugh and I am ashamed to report that we were so noisy that the people
on the table next door to us asked to be moved to the other side of the
restaurant. Well at least our noise drowned out that emanating from the
crying baby! The party then decamped back to the club house where we
indulged in a night cap. It has to be said that the spirit measures in this
club are still as outrageous as they were last year. They use full size brandy
glasses half full when dispensing Single Malt whisky. One of these guarantees a
good nights sleep. Two, renders the victim senseless!! Needless to say they
closed the club at 3am and we were all still having a ball, but we agreed (eventually
after the third time of asking), to call it a day at that point (very
appropriate, as it was nearly dawn). Now back to the matter in hand. The Islas Cies. Having
headed north out of Bayona, to the Las Estelas Islands and the rock hopping Channel de la Porta, we
proceeded to the larger of the two main islands in the Cies group. This is in
fact two Having anchored in 5m off the beautiful Playa Arena das
Rodas beach, some 300m south of the landing jetty, that is used by the tourist
ferries. We erected the dingy and landed on said beach. This is not like your
gritty As we headed up the slope away from the beach, we were
surrounded by Scotch Pines (with masses of Fir Cones strewn all about), and Eucalyptus
trees. In amongst these were large areas of wild Honey Suckle. The aroma from
these plants and trees was quite intoxicating. On the pathway in
front of us small dark green Lizards were sun bathing on the patches of ground
where shafts of sunlight had penetrated through the canopy above us. They would
then awake and dash off under the nearest cleft in the surrounding granite boulders.
These same shafts of light would catch the silica in the sandy ground, so at
times the pathway seemed to sparkle and scintillate. As we climbed higher we
were welcomed by a plethora of wild flowers, and astonishingly, they all seemed
to be in flower at the same time. There were Milk Thistle, Cornflower. Fox
Gloves, Daisy of various sizes and colours, wild Holy hocks, and many, many
more that we did not recognise. But rather than this being some sort of visual anarchy,
all the colours were contrasting and at the same time complementary. The Cies are also a bird sanctuary, so there were flocks of
Chaffinches, cheeky Chiff Chaffs and Stone chats, and the joyful sound of song
birds all around us. As we reached the summit the view (and the breeze) was literally
breath taking, as the picture attached shows. So impressive was this view that
for once I managed to get a picture of the First Mate without her eyes closed!! This truly was our We then headed back to the boat riding at anchor and we
grind like children as we watched a number of the tourists taking pictures of
her, proudly flying the Red Ensign and our Bluewater Rally battle flag. After a spot of late lunch and a siesta, we once again
raised the anchor and headed for the smaller Islas St Martin, where we planned
to anchor off the beach in the NE side, to spend the night. As soon as we arrived
I spotted a boat we meet up with last season. This is a Lauren Giles designed
boat, some 40 years old, with wonderful classical lines, and is called Moshulu. The couple who own her are from And so to bed, what a day! |