Spanish Airforce bombs English yacht

Dark o´clock in the morning we slipped out of La Coruna, bound for Cape Finisterre, and on to the Rias. Dawn broke to find us sailing along the stunningly beautiful and rugged north coast in a 3m swell. the renouned Cape was just around the corner but we never saw it. We saw nothing. Fog shrouded the land. Only as we reached the Ria Muros did it reappear in all its splendor. No sin found in Portosin, we´try the Ria Arousa.

Round the ragged rocks we quietly sailed up through the Ria.

The drone of a low flying aircraft turned our heads astern. The flyingboat was at less than 100 ft, heading directly at us. As it passed astern it dumped its load of water. Hundreds of gallons crashed into the sea just metres astern. Not content with that it turned, dropped, scooped up another load and headed back - and bombed us again.

We are now at Vilagarcia awaiting the arrival of Phil. Close by the Marina is a tower block with a classic Spanish vila for the penthouse, surreal or self indulgent but fun to look at.