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... help thinking that they will continue detoriating, but I suppose it is amazing that any part of them remain. Then on to the cathedral, where 6 kings Spanish are buried. We tried the local cider in Oviedo, which has to be poured with the bottle as far as possible from the glass to aerate the drink, quite a feet, & tasty cider, this made our group a lot more jovial, but it's not the alcohol content or quantity, it was the fun watching the waiter pour without watching either ...
I now totally understand why it is called a weather forecast because we should only use as guidance like the Gps. As technology improves sometimes we are so easy to reply on it, then when nature shows us the real world maybe it could be a bit late to realize. Well we had another great little sail today, I was planning to fly the spinnaker easy surf west with the predicted north easterly force 3 or 4 so left the ...
... bus ride was about 45 minutes, and we saw lots of people riding pushbikes up the hill. Every year there is a cycling race up that hill, like a mini Tour de France. After we had walked up the track to the viewing point and taken some photos, we walked back down a different track, then had lunch at a café at the bottom of the track we went down. After we’d had lunch we walked around for a while, and then caught the bus back to our station, ...
... this crazy journey. I passed out on the bus, excited to return home but dreading the long trip that lay ahead of me. My last night was perfect except that it was missing luke and Zak, my two loves. Zak is someone I am sure I will see again but Luke I may very well never see again. It's hard and I do miss them, but it's a part of life accepting that sometimes people are only meant to make small appearances in life to teach you something and then in a moment they are gone. ...
... 8221; (for want of a
better word) a rather awkard night with the swell rolling in ever so
gently which reminded us of Alderney and Dale (Pembrokeshire) where
we would roll and come to an abrupt halt with a squeak of the ropes
and the rub of the fenders against the pontoon (except in Alderney
where there was no pontoon just an abrupt halt). At least we got a
decent sail in the day before and did not have to pay for the berth.