Monday 30 September
Ready to make a move at last, we motored back through the debris-strewn and diesel-slicked waters of this Southern-most ria, the most ‘developed’ of them all. A questionable use of the word, considering the destruction mankind wreaks on our beautiful world. There was no wind, and a misty drizzle accompanied us for the whole 15 Miles to Bayona, where we found a comfortable anchorage off the beach outside the marina, among yachts of many nations, including one from Alaska.