We have been confined to Cangas for a number of reasons, Lynnes foot injury and an ongoing struggle to get our dinghy which we had bought in France repaired, this has entailed a long email exchange only feasible due to Lynnes injury.....this may or may not be resolved before we need to head off again.
It does seem minor when you see the photos but in actual fact its fairly major. We can no longer row the dinghy. The Dark Tarn philosophy of redundant systems has been compromised. If the outboard fails we cant row.
Due to our enforced stay we have become great friends with a number of visiting yachties. Some we have not seen over winter however their boats have been close neighbours. These characters below are John and his mate from Merry Mood, fixing a genoa foil....before heading back to the U.K. across Biscay.
We also got to know amongst others, a couple from Scallywag, a Legend 36, Trevor and Pauline.
Trevor is talking to Lynne here, and this is Scallywag leaving.
We also had a lovely evening with a couple who were fellow OCC members Bruce and Pam who sail a Rival 36
This sad looking yacht has been moored opposite us and was recently moved, it had apparently arrived in Cangas Four years ago and within a couple of days its crew had abandoned it, the consensus of opinion is it was stolen. however occupying a 12 metre berth is costing the club a small fortune ( the consequences of crime ) so it was moved against the wall in an 8 metre berth, I helped to move it, soon the Irish Yachts and motor boats from Bouzas and Vigo were happily banging into the newly vacant berth and hopefully putting some money into the marina coffers. Another derelict was moved even further away the day after once Pepe was on the case.
Every so often in life one can acquire what can only be described as an enigma gram (thanks to Spike Milligan for the term ), here is one Lynne and I found in our change........... I must admit to wholly agreeing with the sentiment.
We chose to visit Moana on the bus on the one day that the buses were on strike, so it goes. The day after all was well and for not a lot of euros we chose to explore our neighbouring town. My family are very keen motorcyclists, the TT on the Isle of Man is a must every summer, I was interested to discover this statue in Moana, celebrating a local racer, Dani Rivas Fernandez who was killed along with another rider at the racetrack at Laguna Seca. For the life of me I couldn't figure out how this was made . Lynne reckoned they had just sprayed a real bike in molten metal. The detail is quite incredible.
Of vcourse midsummer day was approaching and in Spain the celebrations are known as the night of San Xoan or more colloquially "Magic night", Bonfires, drinking, sardines, and staying up all night seemed to be the order of events
We wandered around town and along the sea front to our favourite cafe bar which has tables on a platform built out over the sea, as the tide was in and a bit of a swell was running, the waves occasionally splashed up between the boards, a small price to pay for such a fabulous location!
After a coffee and a walk back into town to purchase some guitar plectrums we caught the bus back to Cangas.
Just in time to see the local youths out in C1 sprint boats
It constantly amazes me as a level4 sea-kayak coach to see these essentially still water craft on the sea. I hold my hat up to you, deep respect.
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