Corme to Muros – Wednesday 12th September 2012

Our decision to wake up early again did not happen; I have to stop with the wine in an evening.  We eventually lifted anchor at 09:30; two hours later than expected.  We were met with a fresh breeze and the forecast looked promising with 4-5 occasionally 6 North East.  Today we had a few destination options, the main thing was to pass the notorious Finistere and cover some good mileage.

We had a good sail out of the Ria but our course was putting us to far west, so the time had come to get the pole out and do some downwind sailing.  We set up our rig with not too much trouble and cruised for 3 hours doing 6-7 knots on average. Our dolphin friends again joined us for a little while.


We had Finisterre in sight around 15:00. The wind had now picked up to force 5 and we were making good way.  Once we cleared the headland we removed the pole with great difficulty due to the wind now increasing to force 6; I think I may have brocken my finger in the process as it hurts, has swelled to twice the size and is hardly moveable.

As we carefully approached Ria De Muros the wind died and we had a few minutes respite.  I was about to take the main down and start the engine but Carlotta said we should wait for the breeze to pick up – that it did and after we had turned into the Ria we were head on to 30 knots of wind.


Our first anchorage was out the question as it was too exposed so we toyed with the idea of going to a marina on the southern side of the Ria but we thought better of spending the money and opted to take a look at our second anchorage.  The anchorage is great. I am sitting here now sheltered from the wind by a huge mountain and overlooking a peaceful village whilst Carlotta cooks homemade pizzas.  Tomorrow should be an easier day but at least today we hardly motored but we both feel drained.  I think that after we have visited our friends in Portugal we will take it a bit easier instead of rushing each day to cover miles – we will see what happens.


Take your main sail down when you think it is the right time – don’t listen to others, even if the girlfriend / wife stats yelling

Dont anchor in weed – 3 attempts then we moved to sand.

Miles: 53.5

Lat: 42’46.94

Lon: 09’03.34

Engine: 1 hour 42 minutes