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The Bay of Biscay
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The Biscay lived up to its reputation. We left from Falmouth  Marina on 30th of July 06. We were glad to leave as the marina was so narrow that we witnessed at least 5 accidents, including a bump on our boat without any damage. We also had to face the harbourmaster early in the morning falsely accusing us of damaging a boat .  More than that ,all three of us were hungry for the Biscay! It was windy and raining and we only had a bit of sunshine by the evening. Kai would start the night shift from nine until twelve, Graham would carry on from twelve until three and Judit did the graveyard shift from three until six in the morning. But in theory it worked out in a different way. Who was least tired ended up cover the next persons shift and it worked out well as everybody had the chance to recover. 

The first three days were a fight against the wind pushing us into the bay and back to England. We had no rest, cooking was a problem although nobody felt hungry , only on the second day I could face to go downstairs to boil some potatoes. We saw the storms coming and going very quickly, then we would have a sigh of relief thinking we gone through the worst. Then a bigger storm would come in giving us no breaks. The waves were coming from all directions and sometimes as high as eight metres as we crossed the continental shelf. After the echo sounder went passed its maximum reading depth of 175 metres we new better times were ahead. Dolphins suddenly appeared and started playing around the boat our spirits lifted. The wind swung around from Southwest to West  and at last we could sail the direction we wanted. With this break we all managed a shower and ate very well, Graham was the only one that could face beer and cracked a can..

The night sailing was a challenge, Graham was superb keeping calm and helping  when doubts arose. During daylight we would not see a single boat but at night time we had fishing vessels coming as close as 1 mile and even 2 yachts  missed us by less than that. It was  blind sailing but our radar was our eyes. Needless to mention about the sky full of stars, we spotted  Ryan's belt.

 

The West wind only lasted a day before it backed to Southwesterly but we had gained some mileage by then and Spain was approaching. Our destination of La Coruna was due Southwest and looking like a 10 hour struggle of tacking, when Judit spotted Ria de Cedeira on the chart. It was only 5 miles away but South of us, it had good shelter from all winds. So we put the engine on and headed in. As we rounded the corner we saw a picturesque bay surrounded by trees as we were about to drop anchor we heard the engine start to die on us AGAIN. We have been plagued with dirty fuel in our tank but 6 fuel filters later we are getting on top of it and we will clean it properly next week. When we realized the anchor had bit we all grabbed a beer each, but we were all so tired we decided not to go ashore till the next day. We all slept really well that night and moving around the yacht was so easy..

 The following day we were still feeling tired , but got on the dinghy and went ashore. Nice pleasant little town , with sandy beach, known as the Crystal city , because of the glass balconies on the buildings. We had a few tapas and a siesta. It was a rest day after all.

The next day was working day again, Graham had to do a 1 hour job in the engine that ended up in a five hours job, innumerous calls to Clive Rochfort in England. It was another nerve wrecking day as we couldn't start the engine, and being anchored with no engine ,is not a good situation to be in. But in the end Graham managed to sort it out and now we were ready to leave the following day.

Boats are called "she" for a good reason. They have a mind of their own regardless of crew's plan. It wasn't our day to leave, this time the anchor was the problem. It had dragged overnight and got caught on either rocks or a cable. We tried all different methods, Graham went in the water and made a dive attempt but we had 6 metres  under us... When frustration set in we saw the Diving club at the marina open and Judit begged a diver to help. He was superb, took thirty minutes of his time ,we offered money, a bottle of Magno , for which he replied "Somos amigos"and left without taking anything. Unfortunately in the middle of the stress we forgot to ask his name, but a very big thanks for the big hand from the unknown diver in Cedeira!!!