We left Port Genista at 7.45 am to find that the sea was like some sauces are – they look alright but they have some horrid lumps in them. One of these lumps knocked Ann’s breakfast all over the place which was not a good start to the day. It was cloudy but the sun was trying to come through. We passed by Barcelona and were making for Roses just south of the French border. The sea settled down after a while and the going was pleasant and the sun came out. The scenery was improving all the time with pine cladded cliffs and hills like Majorca and at 1pm after 90 miles we reached Roses. By this time a brisk wind had got up out of nowhere and we made the fuel quay with some difficulty. After topping up, the mariniere in his dinghy led us to our spot on the pontoon between two other boats. We have to reverse Silueta into a berth and this becomes quite difficult when it is windy and the berth is not very wide and there is always the danger of either hitting other boats or getting one of their mooring ropes round our propellers. With the help of the mariniere we managed it finally and thankfully tied up.
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At the controls
Going along nicely
Roses is a pleasant Spanish town with a long beach and a brand new marina. We walked to the capitainerie to pay our mooring fees for two nights and had a look round the town. It is not high rise tourist hotels and has plenty of shops including a Spar supermarket which was closed it being Sunday. So it was back to the boat and by this time the wind had died down completely. Ann opened a tin of beef bourguignon which we ate with potatoes and veg and nectarines for pudding. We were tired so no Scrabble – straight to bed.
May 21
We had a lie in as we weren’t going anywhere in the boat and it was a day of rest. After breakfast, we returned to the supermarket with our shopping trolley and stocked up on fresh food. Michael bought some binoculars from the chandlery as he had forgotten to bring some. On our return to the boat Ann stubbed her toe on Michael’s foot and he was told off for leaving it lying around. Then smoked salmon salad for lunch, a snooze and another snooze and reading books. Ann is reading ‘Narrow dog to Carcassone’, an account of a couple who took a canal boat across the channel and into the French canals. This I remember was such a remarkable event at the time it was in the national newpapers. Canal boats just do not cross the English Channel!! It is very funny and I read bits out to M from time to time only to find he’s asleep and I have read it all to myself. Around 6 pm we took a walk round the town and came back for steak and all the trimmings cooked by Ann followed by strawberries. Scrabble, Michael won, and bed. A fine day no wind after a cloudy morning and a shower.
May 21
We had a lie in as we weren’t going anywhere in the boat and it was a day of rest. After breakfast, we returned to the supermarket with our shopping trolley and stocked up on fresh food. Michael bought some binoculars from the chandlery as he had forgotten to bring some. On our return to the boat Ann stubbed her toe on Michael’s foot and he was told off for leaving it lying around. Then smoked salmon salad for lunch, a snooze and another snooze and reading books. Ann is reading ‘Narrow dog to Carcassone’, an account of a couple who took a canal boat across the channel and into the French canals. This I remember was such a remarkable event at the time it was in the national newpapers. Canal boats just do not cross the English Channel!! It is very funny and I read bits out to M from time to time only to find he’s asleep and I have read it all to myself. Around 6 pm we took a walk round the town and came back for steak and all the trimmings cooked by Ann followed by strawberries. Scrabble, Michael won, and bed. A fine day no wind after a cloudy morning and a shower.
May 21
We had a lie in as we weren’t going anywhere in the boat and it was a day of rest. After breakfast, we returned to the supermarket with our shopping trolley and stocked up on fresh food. Michael bought some binoculars from the chandlery as he had forgotten to bring some. On our return to the boat Ann stubbed her toe on Michael’s foot and he was told off for leaving it lying around. Then smoked salmon salad for lunch, a snooze and another snooze and reading books. Ann is reading ‘Narrow dog to Carcassone’, an account of a couple who took a canal boat across the channel and into the French canals. This I remember was such a remarkable event at the time it was in the national newpapers. Canal boats just do not cross the English Channel!! It is very funny and I read bits out to M from time to time only to find he’s asleep and I have read it all to myself. Around 6 pm we took a walk round the town and came back for steak and all the trimmings cooked by Ann followed by strawberries. Scrabble, Michael won, and bed. A fine day no wind after a cloudy morning and a shower.
Ann's bad toe