This morning we set off in lovely weather along a beautiful coastline with Sun Dog making really good speed – almost perfection. The forecast was for the wind to reduce to almost nothing as the day wore on, and we were quite happy if this was the case to trundle along and simply enjoy our run down to our planned stop over in Barcelona.

Here is a shot of the coastline.

Further down the coast we passed Fenals beach where we had so much fun on our recent break ashore with Keira Brett and Aaliyah. The wind was, as forecast, next to nothing (F1/F2) and it was baking hot.

Our route to Barcelona from Palamos was about 52 NM but with about 18NM to go, the wind swung round to the east and got stronger and the sea state increased rather quickly. We kept going but with about 12NM to Barcelona the sea state continued to increase quite markedly. At this point I had to consider what it would be like after another couple of hours had passed.

After pondering this I decided prudence was key, and as we were just short of Mataro marina, I got on the radio and was pleased to find out they had a berth available. Quick change of course and in we headed with the wind and waves directly behind us. It was a bit rolly turning into the marina entrance, but once in Sara quickly got the fenders and lines ready (despite her sore rib cage) and with the marina staff already waiting for us on the pontoon to assist it was all pretty straighforward.

Next major action was getting the kettle on for a well earned cuppa, and as we sat enjoying our coffee the wind continued to climb, and a few boats had decided on the same course of action as ourselves and came into Mataro for shelter. One Spanish boat that came in and parked alongside us, had left from Barcelona and was saying he was taken aback at the speed the sea state had changed, and in his opinion looking at weather forecasts is a bit of a waste of time as it’s never what’s predicted……………………now how many times has that been said/heard?

With only a couple of hours left to reach Barcelona I was still questioning myself on our decision to abort but it was the right decision and let’s face it – there’s always tomorrow.

I’ve e-mailed the Raymarine agent in Barcelona, so hopefully when we get there he can sort out our wind instument issue once and for all, as it’s now stopped working completely. Not essential you might think but being a motorsailer it’s handier when steering from inside the wheelhouse to know the direction and strength of the wind. This problem has plagued us for some time and I really do hope we find the root cause.

So that’s about it for today, next stop Barcelona.

Love to all.

Keira Brett and Aaliyah arrived safely in Fenals for a couple of weeks and we were all booked into the same hotel. With Nana & Papa being available throughout this time for baby sitting duties, and sharing the overall enjoyment.

What a lovely family they make…

We found out that there were tickets available for the Spanish Supercup final between Barcelona and Real Madrid – so Brett and I had a special dispensation to go along for a fantastic football match. What an atmosphere within the Nou Camp stadium during game, with no signs of drunkeness and violence either before, during or after the match. Indeed there is no separation of fans within the stadium……..try doing that at certain UK football games!!

We all had a super time both at the beach and at the poolside with Aailyah increasing in confidence in the water every day, in fact if we had been there much longer I’m sure she would have started developing gills.

Our services as baby sitters were called upon when Keira and Brett spent a day in Barcelona which they really enjoyed – but not as much as we did having the little one to ourselves for a full day. This is one of my favourite pictures as she has just finished some chocolate milk in our hotel room, and despite my best endeavour at hiding this fact her wee chocolate chops give the game away 🙂

One day at the beach Keira wanted her mum to go out with her and Brett on a type of banana boat, but this one was a bit different in that it had a sort of aerofoil on the front so when the boat accelerated hard the front end went up in the air with the passengers all hanging on for dear life. Unfortunately Sara was catapulted and hit the water pretty hard, and gave herself a really sore rib cage. There is not much give in water when you hit it at around 20 knots.

Aaliyah and I were sensible and sat on the loungers, under the parasols eating ice cream while all this was going on………we weren’t really, the little one was asleep 🙂

They all left today and whilst Sara and I are extremely sad to see them go, we were pleased that the holiday was a success. Only other really sad part is that we will miss Aaliya’s 3rd birthday celebrations this week-end.

We are now parked up in Palamos Marina for a couple of weeks as Keira, Brett and Aaliyah are flying out and we are all booked into a hotel in Fenals (Lloret de Mar)

The marina office have some great shots of the marina taken last winter, and I thought these would be worth sharing to show that the Med is not a “boating pond”.

Aerial shot of the marina.

The sea wall these waves are coming over is at least 7 or 8 metres high!

More evidence the climate is changing – apparently no one could remember conditions like these, and sadly a couple of boats sunk with the weight of the snow and ice.

We have spent a couple of days in Rosas (expensive berthing) sheltering from the strong winds that have been blowing through, but the forecast for today was fine with only 8/9 kts of wind from the north, then decreasing and veering round to the east…..looked like being another motorsailing day down to Palamos.

When we left Rosas we were sailing along with maybe a bit more wind than the forecast – can’t be sure of exactly what the wind speed was as the bloody wind instrument has now given up the ghost completely – but still it was lovely to be gently moving again under sail.

This didn’t last too long, as the wind just kept increasing and the sea just kept rising, in one of the gusts coupled with a largish wave Sun Dog tried to slip her lead, and just as I headed out to reduce the headsail we were registering 8kts+ (speed through the water), when we were hit by this sizeable wave (sic) Sara who had been lying down below feeling a bit poorly, shot horizontally off the settee, with her progress across the boat being stopped only by the saloon table.

On Sun Dog 8kts speed through the water, (and in these conditions) is a wee bit beyond the boats hull speed and indeed as it takes a fair blow before she will do this kind of speed – so it was a bit of a relief to get the sails shortened, and also a relief when Sara picked herself up off the floor…..as James Bond would say “shaken but not stirred”, and a real shame especially with her feeling so poorly.

The strong winds stayed with us all the way down, and I was so pleased that they were constantly from the North because I would not have enjoyed hours of bashing into these waves………..

On the way down the coast we passed LlaFranc where Sara and I stayed around 20 years ago when going around Europe on the motorbike, and I was taken aback at the sheer volume of boats on swinging moorings within the bay.

It was also around here that the waves started to subside and the winds eased off a fair amount to around F6, then decreasing again to F4/5 as we were getting more shelter from the land.

All we had left to do was go between a rocky group of islands called Islas Hormigas and the mainland

and then a straightforward run down and into the marina.

We called them on the way down and were told to go to the fuel pontoon and we would then be told which berth would be allocated. We reiterated that we had pre-booked by e-mail some time ago hoping they would just allocate a berth number over the phone – but fuel berth it had to be!

We were duly met and told to go into D14 and this was down a really narrow alley, when I say narrow I mean narrow, Sun Dog would be too long to fit across between the parked boats. I got the boat parked and started breathing again, and with her all nicely secured I went down to the Office to do all the paperwork. During our conversation in the office, it transpired that we had been allocated the wrong berth and they asked us to move to A14 – hard to believe but things happen!

Back onboard I explained this to Sara, who unfortunately has been feeling pretty grim this afternoon and had been a bit ickky…..I said we could just leave things till later, but o’ no, she wanted to help get us to the correct berth, so that we could get totally settled.

Now all those that have manoeuvred boats, will understand that sometimes it’s easier getting into a berth, and quite another getting back out especially in strongish winds. This coupled with the narrowness of the alley, and Sun Dog being a long keeler, had me a wee bit thoughtful about getting out. The only way it could be done was to reverse out the berth, and reverse back down the alley (absolutely no room to turn) this coupled with the wind, was doing it’s best to help get the insurance documents ready for a claim ! 🙂

We made it safely back out into the main body of the marina, at which point I started breathing again, and parked up easily in A14 as there was more room. When I say more room it’s all relative because back home if boats were parked this close there would be a hue and cry. However we were happy to finally tie the boat up, especially with Sara feeling so miserable – so we are not going anywhere today.

Once outside St Cyprien marina I went to haul up the mainsail only to have the connector on the end of the main halyard (bit of string that pulls the mainsail up the mast) part company with the sail and go flying halfway up the mast………expletives deleted!!

We then spent the next half an hour with me on top of the wheelhouse with an extended boathook trying to hook the halyard whilst Sara kept us head to wind to save excess rocking and rolling and aid my attempts – I do hope no one on the shore had a video camera running. Finally I managed to retrieve the halyard, and this time, connect it properly to the top of the sail. This is the first time I have done this and hopefully it will be my last, and was entirely my own fault as I obviously had not closed it properly the first time……. lesson learned.

There were two headlands we had to get around today, one being Cape Bear which according to local info has a good sheltered anchorage just to the south and one can shelter in safety from the Tramontana winds should it blow up quickly.

Photo of Cape Bear

We had winds gusting up to 20 knots and climbing rounding this headland when the bloody wind instrument failed again (it is becoming such a pain that I will simply leave it switched off) but as long as the winds stayed anywhere from the North it was fine by me.

Now as for the next headland, Cabo Crues, our friends from the pilot book state and I quote;

”….it is one of the most dangerous points on the whole of the west coast of Spain because it is in the centre of the path of the NW Tramontana”…….

Well that helps settle the mind then!!

Photo of Cabo Crues

We motored and then sailed until the speed dropped, and then motored again on and off during the day, as the both the wind direction and speed was changing at regular intervals. On the approach to Roses, there was a fair old posse of motor boats coming and going, and given we were close to the cliffs there was both the wash from the boats and the reflected wash from the cliffs causing a bit of turbulence. Also with the really big motor boats going so close to small boats (some with young children on board) it was looking a bit dodgy at times. Question is; why, when they must know they are creating a big wash, do they go so close to these small boats is beyond me.

The rest of the journey was uneventful and we arrived at Port Roses where I called the marina office on Channel 9, and they asked us to hover around the fuel pontoon and they would come and get us.

Out popped a dingy with three staff on board, two of which got off on the wall to take our bow lines, while the other stayed in the dinghy to help manoeuvre the boat if required. This was our first experience of mooring Med style and once we had our bow lines on, we were passed ropes which lead back out into the marina floor. With these ropes one takes in the slack and walks (in our case) to the stern of the boat, pull the boat tight against the bow lines thus keeping the boat from hitting the harbour wall and in position.

These guys were brilliant with us, and their expertise showed later in the afternoon when the wind had piped up. When other boats came in with these strong winds blowing, the same sequence took place, only this time the guy in the dinghy had a line with a snap hook, which he attached to the cleat of the boats going in to berth and ensuring this procedure was done in a controlled manner; acting pretty much like a mini tug.

How one would berth by themselves or shorthanded in a blow, could be rather “interesting”…………

Finally here is a photo of Sun Dog tied up in Rosas and flying the Spanish Courtesy Flag. I can say in all honesty there was more than a little frisson of excitment in us arriving in Spain, after meandering all the way from the West Coast of Scotland !!

The trip to St Cyprien was pretty straightforward and basically it was a case of following the 20m contour line along all the beaches thronged with people enjoying the sunshine. It is a large Marina with an abundance of mechanical, electrical and all measure of boat services available.

We decided to have our wind instrument checked out, which is either showing incorrect wind direction or cutting out and showing nothing. This problem has been getting worse since we left Scotland, and is not related to having the mast stepped.

A chap from Puig & Files came down onto the boat and the bloody thing was working OK, he was very thorough and checked all the connections etc and reset the unit so it was reading a bit closer to the actual wind direction, and showing the correct wind speed. Bingo we thought and all he would accept was 20 euro’s – really nice helpful human being.

After having to expectantly fly home, we arrived back to the boat on Wednesday 27th and couldn’t find it on the pontoon where we had left it, so either it had been stolen or more likely moved by the marina to another berth. The latter was indeed the case, so we got back onboard feeling more than a little jaded. The marina were OK for us to stay until the 29th so we spent time relaxing and unwinding.

I finished off re setting the mast last night and ensuring all the wiring connection were OK and that everything was working properly. We then checked the weather forecast and saw that tomorrow (Sunday) the Tramontana NW wind was due to pick up strongly from mid morning with 30-40 kts gusts forecast.

We therefore decided to set the alarm and get an early start, which we did, and when we set off there was only about 8kts of breeze, but on the way down the coast the winds increased quite significantly.

I decided to head closer inshore where we would still have the wind, but not the waves. This meant avoiding a couple of areas where there is an interdict banning boats, but the trip and entrance to the marina complex was pretty straighforward.

However the wind then increased yet again, and as Sara was getting the bow line tied on a big slop of a wave soaked her………..ah well that’s sailing for you I heard her say under her breath!

At the reception pontoon the wind was steady around 30kts, and blowing off the reception pontoon, but neat ropework by Sara had as alongside safely. We then were given a designated berth in Bassin 2 of this huge complex, which is split into a number of different bassins.

Here we will stay until Wednesday as the winds are meant to increase yet again on Tuesday, so no point in considering going out in these conditions.

This afternoon with the grey skies and pretty strong winds, it was more like being home rather than in the Med…….but heigh ho, we musn’t grumble 🙂

Frustrating day as we had been up early in the hope of the mast being lifted and fitted first thing……cutting a long story short it was eventually done at 1900……..nuff said.

National holiday today so cannot get mast up until tomorrow. Therefore I spent time and sorted the float switch and bilge pump which had been acting up and also refitted the light boxes on wheelhouse roof (glad I removed them for the canal) prepared the mast as much as possible. Bought charts & have been promised help from Allamand to turn the mast before lifting it back into position.

Their yard is about 1/2 mile from the exit/entrance to the Med – on the right hand side of this photo