Strangers in the night exchanging glances wondering what the chance is theyed be dancing through the night
Zepher
Chris & Lyn Darch
Fri 31 Aug 2007 19:34
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42:07.23N
08:50.62W
25th to the 31st August 2007
Noah's Progress : "Strangers in the night
exchanging glances wondering what the chance is they'd be dancing through the
night "
A very pleasant time was had at anchor in the Ria
De Moors , there was a constant reminder of my lost phone , my ring tone being a
cockerel ,we had a look on the boat the first time we heard it on the shore
200 yards away during siesta time a rather large Rode Island Red would cock a
f***ing doodle doo, the Spaniards must have loved him , the owner must have been
a Brit. and sad sense of humour and taught the little lad no to crow at dawn but
just when they all got there heads down for there afternoon kip, he defiantly
wasn't owned by a Spaniard as they would have rung his neck .
We did a bit of touristing enjoying our
sardine , steamed mussels and langosteen at lunch time washed down with local
hooch , had another toilet affair no pickles this time but pump valve reversed a
morning with the brown stuff again it just wont leave me alone and I'm quite
brown too now I hope its the sun .
A group of Pilot whales visited the Ria
everybody was out in there boats looking at them, they were probably in for a
free feed on the mussel farms , this area is a large growing area of farmed
mussels on a huge scale much bigger than we have seen in France , huge timber
rafts about there size of a tennis court the a large number of chains hanging
from them with mussels growing from them , when matured they are hoisted
up and put through a cone type stripper that pulls them off
the chain , the boats come back like coal barges there are so many of them
harvested , these are bigger than the French ones half way between a New Zealand
Green and a native one they taste great too .
Anyway for the last few days it has blown 30 knots
from the North East we have been tucked into the hill side ( look at location
map ) under the lee of the hill all 400m high of it and very nice it was too ,
the wind swung towards a more easterly heading swinging around the corner of the
headland , a number of yachts came in that evening all a Finish , Belgian ,
Irish , French and a Brit. , Royal Sussex Yacht Club with defaced Engsin pulled
proudly in view , now I expect the French to go right up the front of you drop a
whole load of chain and bugger off ashore but not the Royal Sussex ! anyway it
blew all night long , Lyn thinks I'm an anorak as I plot my positions on graph
paper when I anchor seeing how far the chain lets me swing and move in and out
with the gusts , its a good ref. when you get up in the middle of the night to
check both your movements .. this night we didn't as we were well dug in from
the last blow , I had cleaned Zephyrs bum two days before and checked my Anchor
, I couldn't find it it was buried so deep in the mud, just the chain about 4m
short of the anchor stock in 9m of water with 45m out GOOD NIGHT SLEEP material
I thought .. we were off to Bayonne the next day and as per the forecast it blew
again NE , I got up at six , went on deck for a stretch with my cup of tea
looked across and saw the Royal Sussex swinging alongside me , we were both
veering in the gusts , he must have dragged 60m , shouted down to lyn , started
the engine and prepared to avoid him swinging around steel verses wood , we
would loose , revving the engine must have woke them as on deck appeared
two elderly gents in there M & S y fronts closely followed by a woman
of large proportions with a large DD and large sensible nickers , Lyn waved
and said good morning they didn't reply as they had there hands full, it was
just like one of those seaside picture postcards , of course I shall be writing
to the Royal Sussex to enquire why they don't issue members with
embroidered M & S underwear too they would have matched
there flag ... we then set sail for Bayonne which is our current
location as of this evening ...
Happy Noah's
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