A short swelly hop

As usual Tines woke us up at half past 6 in the morning I took her for a walk only to find the sea was quite rough. we had a beautiful sunrise walk along the Promenade and then we walked over to the breakwater. We saw that there was quite a swell but this often happens around the entrance to a marina. Here there is also a lovely statue to look over us sailors.

The forecast told us to expect swell and wind so we duly set off thoroughly enjoying the motor out of the marina. We cut round the breakwater and headed out to sea, hoping we’d get out of the swell once out at sea or at least it would be in a favourable direction for us, unfortunately that didn’t quite happen. Once again we were stuck with swelly seas and light winds. We knew we had a fall back position to turn back, which we debated for a while but there was also the option to push on 5 nautical miles to Fuengirola. We had been here before but that time we arrived in the dark and left at dawn the next day. We arrived a couple of hours later and moored up on the waiting quay before heading into the office with the paperwork. Once we had our space we manouvered round to berth 196 happily located between a charter yacht (skippered by Barry the lovely American) and S/Y Bifrost (skippered by the equally lovely Kild family who had sailed here from Denmark.)

Not a lot of photos taken that day but the next morning I was back in action on my sunrise walk with Tines.

What to make of Fuengirola. It’s got lots and lots of high rise hotels and apartments. It’s got a huge number of British bars and eateries. It’s not got much Spanish feeling about it, well at least not the parts I managed to explore. Admittedly, go one street back from the beachfront and it’s possible to find a Spanish bar/café frequented by locals. We actually had a fabulous rest day here, we stayed around the boat, we went for a big cooked breakfast followed by a trip to the chandler’s.