Tuesday 24 April
As predicted, the wind eased enough for a fairly peaceful night, and then gradually turned from being on my nose, which is the least uncomfortable way to lie, to blowing me off the pontoon, causing occasional lurches and snatching at the mooring ropes. One brave (foolish?) yacht left harbour fairly early in the morning, but everybody else stayed put, having tied down everything safely and ensured fenders were well positioned.
By mid-afternoon the gale was raging through, the wind not actually cold but strong enough to take your breath away. It pushed the cloud ahead of it, clearing the sky enough for occasional sunshine to break through.
Mate decided it was time to stretch legs and see the sights, so they wandered off for a look around the village. They were back within the hour, having checked all the menus on offer: three, one closed until May: any other sights: none; and picked up a few grocery essentials at the only supermarket in the village.