The Shipping Forecast kept waning of gales off Finisterre and the skies clouded over plus the visibility go slightly worse. We came level with the Cape, and guess what, they got it wrong! The wind gradually decreased throughout the day and we had a nice lazy sail down the coast. By the time we came to Portugal it was much warmer and we got rid of the heavy clothes, had a much needed bath on deck and decided to fly the cruising chute. We got the bright idea of attaching the bosun's chair to the outboard end of the chute and managed some good photos, plus a few dunkings. Everyone took their turn, what a lot of fun!
The trip down the coast was stuff dreams are made of, with light winds off the starboard quarter, warm temperatures and slight seas. The left turn at Cape St. Vincent was the beginning of the eastward journey to the fabled Strait of Gibralta,r although I think the Pillars of Hercules sounds much sexier.
We picked up a westerly and were flying through the Strait accompanied by dolphins and pilot whales. We were also joined by a boat from Vancouver, Canada, a Greek returning home in style. He had a big cage on the fordeck with a parrot, all he lacked was a peg leg and an eye patch! Arrgh!
Gib is visible from a a long way off and it seemed to take forever to get in. After 9 days at sea we were all looking forward to a nice hot shower and a more stable platform plus a cold beer wouldn't go amiss! The sun was just getting ready to dip below the horizon by the time we got tied up at Sheppard's Marina, boy did that feel good. Not one single thing broke, nothing went wrong, no personal conflicts and we made it safely, this we considered a major achievement.