21_03_21

A great sailing day across Cadiz Bay.

Is that a sign of a nice windless anchorage?

This feels free again.

Another day, another sunset.

We lie next to palm trees.

Women built the Spanish economy.

A long ago almost forgotten king.

The king’s castle is original and spectacular.

Who would think that this is 800 years old.

Moorish or Christian. They’re interchangeable here.

Battlements everywhere.

Larry gets all excited about the sherry in Puerto Sherry.

That is old.

Celebration of a brutal spectacle.

Toro, toro, toro.

Sherry by name, sherry by nature.

We have a race on our hands.

Just the most perfect mile eating sailing.

We’re catching them up.

Fiona is laser focussed on boatspeed.

What a top spot for a lookout.

Ruffian resting.

Nature reserves as far as the eye can see.

It’ll be quite windy then.

Cliffs, cliffs and more cliffs.

Cape Trafalgar. The site or English naval superiority.

Is that a climbing frame?

The trails are deserted and go on forever.

Lookout!

The magic pineapple extraction device.

We can almost hear the cello from Jaws.

The river is full of ships carcasses.

Anchors away for the tuna nets.

All ready for another day at sea.