I am just about ready for my Spanish siesta but thought I would update this blog first.

We arrived at Combarro, anchoring at 17:50 just in time for a wash and brush up, dinghy pump up before going ashore for supper as planned.  Unfortunately Haley hadn’t quite fixed the seat in the dinghy so I ended up on my back doing a classic “dead ants” as my first party trick.  Oh how they laughed!

Combarro is a small Spanish town with an ancient history.  They have restored the old granite fishing cottages, store houses on staddle stones and crosses at the junction of every road (Jesus on his cross on the front, the Virgin Mary on the back) to create a wonderful old harbour town perfect for a first stroll after several days at sea.   They have a thing about witches in the region which we didn’t really understand but everywhere you turned there they were, including bunches of herbs attached to the doors to keep them out of peoples homes.

The townsfolk were very friendly and we had a long conversation with a chatty old woman but since none of us speak any Spanish we have absolutely no idea what she was talking about except that it seemed to include four fish that may or may not give you tummy ache.

Dinner was fishy and delicious although there was some confusion over what we had ordered due to the no-one in our party speaking Spanish problem, the dictionary not giving us translations for half the menu and none of the waiters speaking any English.  However the local wine tasted like nothing we have ever had before, rich and grassy and fresh, the octopus and calamari were sensational and the waiter kindly brought us complimentary thick and sticky coffee liqueurs which seemed to be a local speciality.  A very jovial party returned to Wind Charger for a night cap and some putting the world to rights.

This morning we returned for a better look round and met a most garrulous gentleman who despite me telling him in Spanish “no comprendo” continued to engage us in conservation right across the town square.  We strolled around town, picked up Spanish bread straight out of the bakers oven, fuelled up the boat and headed out. 

Next stop Baiona hopefully in time for dinner again.  Our timing is so good.