I don't have to waffle on anymore with further boatyard antics as I think this video says it all...!!
Much later on, I re-anchored in a calming breeze and hopped in the dinghy to meet friends for a well earned dinner. On our return dinghy journey, together with my blue rinsed hair friend, the tide and wind were both against us, so we had to walk the dinghy upstream to compensate for the elements. Unfortunately the tide was also low, so we found ourselves slopping around in thigh high mud, which aided greatly to us slipping and sliding about, not to mention the odd nick or two on our feet from sharp critters or rubbish hidden in the putrid mud. With our spirits flagging and a second attempt to reach the boat ending in another failure, we rightly decided to head back into the town of Ayamonte, to find a bar and sit out till the end of the tide, when at least, we would only have the wind against. At least I knew my way around the boatyard and we headed directly to the tap, to wash off the oil based, slightly pongy and penetrating mud, so we would at least be accepted inside a bar.
Ayamonte is a great town and like most in Spain, the nightlife usually kicks off around 23.00. We located a bar with relative ease and quickly ordered two capirinhas, not a Spanish but Brazlian drink, after I had spotted the famous Cachaça 55 bottle on their glass shelf. The popular cocktail, turned out to be the best I had ever had and we promptly ordered another while watching the time.
I'm confident now, it actively helped us getting back to the boat at a slightly later time of 2.00 something in the morning. It was still an epic row back against the wind, but we made it. Ahh it's always the simple things in life appreciated and we both fell asleep with smiles on our faces.
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