Finisterre in fog en route to San Fransisco.
Jigsaw
Thu 16 Aug 2007 14:08
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Said, (by me), to be the foggiest place in
Europe, as we passed Cabo Finisterre it was indeed shrouded in thick fog. Having
left Camarinas, with Tom (who arrived at about 9:45 last night), in sunshine,
the fog came down as soon as we left the bay. Visability was down to about 50
metres at times and the radar was earning it's keep in a major way. Luckily
not too busy, only yachts and fishing boats so far. I find that it is
rather stressful being out amongst rocks in the Atlantic Ocean,
particularly in fog. Looking at the radar as I type this it is
clear of targets, and the visability has increased to around a mile. This is a
relief.
The classical scholars amongst you will be aware
that to the Romans Finisterre meant the end of the world, (Finis,
end, Terre, earth), it certainly feels like it is the end of the
world, as we creep past in the fog it is quite threatening. Tom is on watch
with Kate, Mary and Molly are both glued to the final volume of Harry
Potter and I am glued to the radar screen looking for things that might try to
bite us.
Later we did however find that we were under
attack from a Mollasaur, a strange creature with red hair and brown fur that
walked on it's hind legs, we managed to subdue it eventually and it is now
reading Harry Potter and eating popcorn.
We also undertook a number of groundbreaking
scientific experiments today, most notably waving chocolate under Kate's nose
when she was asleep to see if it woke her up.
Nothing has bitten us, and after a couple of
attempts we are safely anchored in San Fransisco Bay, which is a tiny
resort in the Ria de Muros. No sign of the Golden Gate bridge so the
location could not be mistaken for it's slightly more well known
namesake.
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