Hurricane Gordon, the Coast of Death, Rain, a Swell Idea, and More Rain
We caught the sting in the tail of Hurricane Gordon whilst moored in La Coruna, North West Spain. The hurricane warnings were on the forecast board for days beforehand but still we found that we were the only ones to be putting out extra lines and bigger fenders. In the early morning of the 23rd September the wind started to rise and began to screech through the rigging. An hour later the boat was heeling over 30 degrees and the wind generator next door was threatening to rip itself off the deck. Foot high waves were hitting the dockside inside the marina and dust and coal from the shipyard across the way was scouring the eyes of any brave enough to step out onto the pontoon. The wind speed hit force ten and sometimes 11! After two and a half hours of screaming, groaning, creaking and crunching the gale eventually died down and we could get back to our daily chores
Cape Finisterre is the westernmost tip of mainland Europe, on the Costa Da Morte, a rugged, rock strewn coast with huge breakers crashing onto the base of cliffs. The Romans named the area finis terrae, the end of the earth. Double Waters and crew had a gutsy day beating to windward in a Force 6 around the cape and had the thrill (?) of a heavy NW swell to contend with. The Atlantic gave us a good test. We sheltered at anchor overnight in the small fishing harbour of Finisterre, thankful to be protected from wind, waves and rain.
The Rias of NW Spain are similar to the river estuaries of Salcombe or Falmouth, we explored, anchoring in picturesque places, but the wind is blowing a gale again, its raining, and our progress South is slow. The dolphins always bring excitement to the boat, so see Jedsí report. The Coileys had a terrific walk along the coast of Peninsula Del Grove, spectacular granite scenery, collecting mussels for supper to add to fish purchased on the quay.