We departed from the Ria de Muros y Noia with the Figaro fleet in the afternoon. The wind died so we motored to Illa Salvora, our favourite island, feeling pity for the poor Solitaire fleet attempting to round Finisterre.
|Fast ferry coming mighty close.|
|Two big ferries and a small go-fast boat at Salvora|
We awoke to greyness. Fog enveloped the island anchorage but soon started to lift. There were two huge ferries that had come in practically within inches of our hull, and a fast ferry that threw a huge wake. This was not our cup of tea. So we upped anchor as soon as the fog started to lift. Up went the sails as we made our way toward ALDAN.
But before long, we were overtaken by a fog bank. I hate fog. It was pea soup thick. Radar on, chartplotter fortunately working today, as is AIS. Yesterday it was fluky. Fog horn on. Glasses. All senses on alert. We could hear engines all around but saw nothing. I picked up two ships on radar that passed us within 0.2 mile but we saw nothing.
|Our neighbours for the night|
|Dolphins in the Ria|
|Morning fog over Salvora|
|Pea soup en route to Aldan|
|Two boats passing us spotted only by radar|
|Nothing to be seen|
|Sailboat passing by|
|Mussel farm appearing in the fog|
|Can barely see it|
|Two minutes later|
|Fog bank receding|
|Mussel rafts seen on radar in Aldan|
|Fog sticking to the hills.|