Autumn Creeping In
Up until this week we’d been getting away with it.
Temperatures in this part of Spain were still at Summer levels. We’d had no rain since August, and Autumn still seemed a long way off.
We’d hoped the weather would hold up for our friends Tim & Dina who were visiting from the U.S.A.
It did, and we had a great week. It was a pleasure to show them Cartagena and we even got out for a sail round to our favourite anchorage just down the coast.
The water temperature was down a few degrees on the last time we visited, but we still swam and had a lovely lunch sitting on deck in the warm sunshine. Thanks for coming guys.
After they left I stripped the sails off ‘Gleda’ for the Winter and did a few small jobs.
Years of hot sun had destroyed the self-adhesive transfers I’d used to put the name ‘Gleda’ on the bows. I used a calm day for a little bit of waterborne sign writing.
The weather couldn’t last. On Wednesday last we had a belter of a thunderstorm. About lunchtime the skies to the South West turned inky black. The wind picked up, distant rumbles of thunder rolled towards us.
There was just time to batten down the hatches, get the pod sides zipped on and to take shelter before it arrived. It was spectacular.
Here’s a photo I grabbed off Twitter. It shows the storm approaching the harbour.
The wind gusted over 40knots at the storms height. We feared for our new sun awning as I hadn’t had time to get it down. We survived unscathed.
The following day though I read that there had been a near disaster in the commercial port of Escombreras a few miles away.
You may recall me mentioning a large drill ship called ‘Atwood Advantage’ that arrived there a few weeks back. Here’s a more recent photo I took when we were out sailing the other day.
Apparently the strength of the wind was such that the ship broke its mooring lines and started drifting across the harbour mouth towards an offloading oil tanker. Only the prompt action of tugs and harbour staff averted a catastrophe.
After the storm had passed we saw her being towed out to anchor in the bay. Presumably they’ll be ordering some stronger mooring lines.
So there we are. The clocks change next weekend. The nights will draw in, the temperatures will drop and we’ll be spending more time below decks for a few months. It’s all good though. I can still remember that first Winter in Falmouth.
That said I’m thinking we may have to head down to the Canaries for the next one.
Catch you next time.
P.S. I’ve also written a new post on my FoolishSpirit blog. It’s titled ‘The Interconnectedness Disconnect’. If you’re interested in my non-sailing related ramblings you can read it out HERE