Job Done

Slipping out of the Ria Arousa the forecast 4-5m swell lifted us, and the NW wind pushed us. Heading south we passed the River Minho, and crossed the border from Spain into Portugal. Stars littered the night sky, the sun lit the day, onwards we rolled south. Passing Lisbon the wind died. The engine sprung to our assistance, pushing us onwards, soon the Light of Cape St. Vincent led us round the corner, and onto the Algarve, and so we tied up in Lagos, our journey done, and Wandering Dream nudged onto her new berth.

With VAT at 23% there's more than a little unrest in the country, and everyone's on strike. No planes home then! Better have another beer.........