Where to start? After a leisurely start I bounced off the boat onto the pntoon and went to fill the water tanks only to see our fantastic folding mountain bikes topple slowly into the sea with a splosh and a swear - Carole thought I'd fallen in and was disappointed to find it was only £800 pounds worth of bikes. Bugger! Well that was one of the words used. We poked about with boat hooks and chain hooks but failed miserably to find them. Eventually Carole persuaded me to admit defeat and go and ask the marina staff for help. They brought a grapple hook and dredged to sea bottom, 15 foot below, for the bikes and dragged them from the deep. They had been chained together so both came up. We spent the next couple of hours stripping and washing them in clean water to get rid of the salt.
We'd just finished sorting the bikes out when we heard a chap shouting for help from the far side of the estuary. We looked around and no one else seemed to be hearing him(!) We, being Bristish ,dropped the mooring lines and went to help -he was a jet ski-er - a sort of sub human species but still in need of help - we ended up towing him up the estuary 4 miles to El Terrol, against the falling tide, just mamaging to drop him off at the town before we grounded and were stuck.
Got back to El Rompido in time to watch the rugby (England v France - England won) at a local bar with an Irishman, a Welshman, a New Zealander, a Brummie - and a few Spaniards, not sure if they understood what was going on!
Found a great seafood restaurant to celebrate the victory over the French.
Heading off towards Mazagon tomorrow.
Apologies, photos are in the wrong order.
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