There’s No Escaping It

After nearly a week of chilling out and doing very little I figured it was nearly time to move on again, Sao Martinho had other ideas though.
It’s a peculiarity of this unusual place that when the swell and waves come from a particular direction the narrow entrance fills with steep breaking waves making it impossible to leave safely. That’s what happened on Sunday, the weather was still warm and sunny here but somewhere far out in the Atlantic a storm had pushed the water towards us like ripples on a pond.

There’s a small fishing fleet here and they haven’t moved for two days now, we won’t be moving until they do and right now I’ve no idea when that will be. We’re safely anchored and we can stay as long as necessary but the breaking waves at the entrance do send their own ripples into the bay which has made for a couple of disturbed nights when ‘Gleda’ decides to lie sideways across them. We may have been disturbed but there’s a French monohull anchored near us which has been rolling like the proverbial pig, I’m guessing they’ve been rather more disturbed than us. Another example of two hulls being better than one I think.
So we’ve explored a bit more, walking up to the promontory overlooking the bay and entrance.

We took Oscar over to look at 50m high sand dune at Salir do Porto and mooching in the town.

It’s all very pleasant but it’s going to take a while longer for me to fully embrace this schedule free lifestyle, as the photo above shows I’m working on it though 🙂