Downwind sailing on Cirrus

There are many ways to sail Cirrus. Because we don’t have a furling sail on the front, we are left with many configurations of stays and sails to be hoisted rather than furled.

In Bilbao we even added a second removable forestay with its dedicated halyard. On the Atlantic crossing that enabled us to sail with two jibs; one poled out in a “classic” manner, the other one with a sheet passing through a block on the end of the boom.

If a squall approached, you just needed to open a clutch and a sail would come down… In theory. Practically many a time one jib would hook itself into both stays, forcing us to drop both at the same time.

El Roque de los Muchachos

To celebrate Rocio’s birthday we went up Canarias’ second tallest mountain: el Roque de los Muchachos. 

It is on the island of la Palma. When the temperature on the coast is about 20°C or more, at the top of the mountain it cools down to 7°C. The volcanic rock can provide a welcomed extra source of heat as they store the heat from the sun for a little while after sunset.

In those conditions, the crater (la caldera) of the volcano is covered by a sea of clouds and only the peaks poke out.

I thought it was a good moment to get my brushes out. I usually carry my whole drawing and painting kit anywhere we go and end up never using it. Nevermind, it is a good exercise to hike with an extra 2kg in the backpack.

The first attempt at painting the landscape was a failure: an extra drop of water in the middle of the sheet started expanding and ended up occupying the central stage of the painting. Nevermind, those paintings are quick so you can have a second go. I was luckier this time and this is what you see.

A bit of Galicia in sketchbook

Being stuck in the boat at anchor while the rain and the wind were blowing outside in Laxe, Rocio read through two full books. It is the only way I get her to stay still while I draw her, unless she sleeps of course.

Again here, stuck onboard, but this time not due to the weather but due to a leak of Cheeky Bombard in Luarca.

The beach next to O’Vicedo where we would pick mussels for a free dinner onboard.

The Hallberg-Rassy of those who were to become our friends, Inga and Peter, at anchor in Isla Cies.

Some of those funny shore plants that I don’t know the name of. Anyone knows if they are edible??