Wednesday 13 July 2016

Departure postponed


The crew of Suerte was up and about at 9.30 and were heading for Ribadeo, this was also our next destination but as the wind was still westerly and neither Lynne nor I fancied a 25 mile beat to windward we cried off and decided to stay another day. The wind was forcast to swing north then east the following day and wasn't getting stronger until Thursday night at the earliest. Like all decisions based around weather it was a gamble, so we rolled the dice.


 We had not yet walked up onto the headland to look at the cemetery and small chapel visible from our mooring behind the outer harbour wall, so we decided that we would give it a try.


After walking a little into town we followed a gradually rising road up to the top of the headland were there is a lighthouse immediately to the side of the chapel. The chapel was open so we popped in for a look.


Ornately carved and guilded altarpieces seem to be the thing in Asturias, fantastic workmanship just a little spoiled by being locked behind iron gates.
We walked down the entrance road a little after admiring the view of the coast.


The tree lined approach to the chapel was lined by the stations of the cross. I don't think I have seen this before, every station marked by a cross.


It was a short walk to the cemetery entrance. This seemed to be a typical Spanish one where the dead are laid to rest in vaults stacked one above the other. Very well looked after and the dead certainly had a fabulous view!


After a good look round we descended into the town or rather walked around its high rim discovering a mural of ceramic tableau about events from local history.


This ran from the locals killing the chief of the Vikings in battle to an astonishing journey from the local harbour to America in 17 days by a sailing ship and various wars upsetments and local heroes.


The town has an eclectic mix of buildings , some of the oldest are a little run down. Most of these seem to be for sale.


The streets are very narrow as they wind up the hills. The shell of St. James is still evident as we are still following the northern ' way' look close below and you may spot it on the wall above and to the right of Lynnes head.


 After all that religion and history we felt a beach and a coffee coming on so decided to walk to the local beach. Again visible from Dark Tarn but not visited so far.


We discovered a rather nice cafe on the sands nested among the beach huts and enjoyed a cool beer as we watched the waves come in.


We ambled back to Dark Tarn to prepare for our short trip tomorrow.


The dark clouds were gathering........

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