Quiet night in Corcubion

- July 01, 2019

The harbour in Corcubion.

We departed Portosin after our tour of Henry and slowly made our way to Corcubion, one of our favourite stopovers in Galicia. You can expect that nothing will have changed since you were last there. We had very light NW winds and motor sailed all the way in, then anchored in the company of one other sailboat, French-flagged, for the first time. We were close to the fishing harbour and launched the dinghy for the first time this year.

Having sailed for the first time with the full complement of sail this day, we'd noticed all the things we'd done wrong in rigging, which happens every year, given that it is only done once every year. One of the knots that Alex re-tied after I tied them on the Yankee was instead two half hitches. (He refused to accept that he had tied it wrong. Ha!) One of the sail slides in the main had popped out and some of the ones on the bottom came out when the screw-in holder fell off the main track. Luckily it was caught in the winch handle holder. The reefing lines were in the wrong place, etc.

We were worried that the shops would close so we went ashore first as we needed bread. Luckily, the first person we saw and asked about a panaderia explained that there was none in Corcubion but we could buy bread in the general store. He walked us there and turned out to be the shop owner. Of course. It was their last bread and it was delicious. Next, we went to the fabulous butcher shop and scored some veal steak and sausages, plus some fantastic Iberico ham. Last stop was the sailing club for beers on the waterfront overlooking the entire Ria.

We thought about an early dinner, but it was too early and the restaurants were either not open, gone altogether, or having private parties. There was actually quite a lot of construction going on - facelifts for many old structures. So we returned to Aleria and cooked onboard after fixing the Yankee and mainsail. We had very light air, perfect for taking the Yankee and main down part way in the harbour while at anchor, always a challenging operation. We then enjoyed a lovely evening swinging at anchor and reading our books by the slowing fading midsummer light. Curiously, none of the fishing boats went out at all.

It would be an early morning start as we had light northerlies forecast for the morning and stronger ones for the afternoon. It was only about 25 miles or so to Camarinas, where we had never been before, but we had to get around Finisterre. So early to bed and early to rise. Another beautiful visit to Corcubion. Bye for now!