Corme – 17th July 2017
Our first anchorage after leaving A Coruna was Corme. It’s only a few hours sail away from A Coruna, reasonably sheltered from the winds, so it seemed a good place to stop for the night.
What the pilot book didn’t make clear is this… as well as the locals farming mussels, the seabed is cultivating seaweed. So it isn’t an easy place to anchor.
Just before bed I checked outside to see if all was OK.
A French boat had anchored so close to our boat that I could have passed him a baguette. I could certainly smell the Gauloise. This doesn’t make for easy sleeping. His boat is a lot smaller than ours, and I had visions of Lady Jane acting as a 10 ton floating wrecking ball… smashing against the French boat’s hull when the tide turned. I must also confess a petit peu of concern for Lady Jane.
So it was up at 4am to see what was happening, then nervously staying awake until the tide was back in full flood at 0630. When the French yacht’s skipper finally clambered on deck, he was last seen letting out another 20 metres or so anchor chain. On top of the 5 he already had out.
Camerinas – 18th July 2017
So it was off to Camineras, where it was windy enough to blow the hind legs off a Spanish donkey. Here we tried anchoring in a bay. But as it looked likely we would suffer the same fate as another yacht only 200 mtrs away – on its side up on the beach – we upped chain and headed to the marina, anchoring just inside the breakwater.
Today was the last day of the Camerinas festival. The fair was on, the stalls were out, and the sunshine was threatening to make an appearance. So that evening we hopped in the dinghy and went over to take a look.
It seems there’s a lot to celebrate in this thriving little fishing community that is also famous for its traditional handmade lace.
The festival production is huge. As are the sound stages, both in terms of volume and sound. These guys make Charlie Sheen seem lightweight, and I’m not even sure alcohol is the fuel. They really know how to party long into the night.
We can testify to the latter by the earplug penetrating rendition of Tom Jones’s Delilah at 0430 in the morning.
Dinner at the O Curbeiro Bar was lovely. The boiled octopus and white asparagus might not be to everyone’s taste, but if you are food-adventurous – this is the place to try it.
Dessert was a bag of Churros to eat on the boat, which we did… fattening ourselves up sat in the cockpit listening to the music from the sound stage. Thinking how the bloody hell are we going to sleep through that?
Actually it was fine. Apart from the Delilah moment, we slept through it all.
The anchor stayed in place, no one came too close, and no mooring fees were due. So all in all… Camerinas gets a big thumbs up.