The wind piped up the next day and there was some anchor dragging. Not by us fortunately, but a French Feeling boat missed us by a couple of feet and the couple onboard proceeded to have a domestic about re-anchoring. She couldn't hold the boat into the wind for long enough for the anchor to bite, but he had to drop the anchor as it was being done manually. We were about to head over in the dinghy to assist when they finally got sorted. Not before another near miss on us and Splice though!
The tourist office put me in contact with a local engineering firm who came out to see us. We showed him the pulley and he was soon on the phone. I may not speak much Spanish but when the engineer is saying "solo la polea?!" you know it's going to be pricey. Volvo wanted €130 and that wasn't with a free alternardor either! I declined their kind offer, so they tried to find a pattern replacement which they did at a more reasonable price. We will call you you tomorrow, they said.
Splice needed to get on as they had more of a schedule than us - so we said goodbye. Note the natty transom extensions. We have our dinghy step which is working well for us now.
We decided to hang on and see the result of the pulley search. "€40 and it'll be here on Thursday" they said. But the fiesta starts on Friday - so will it really? Si, si! Well it wasn't, but by this time, we'd befriended Andreas, the "taxi driver" who's rib could be seen doing insane speeds around the harbour. He convinced us to stay for the fiesta and I'm glad he did - it was great!
Some traditional music, and then later some great pipers supported by some excellent musicians!
They really love their explosives in Spain, and the whole weekend was punctuated by ear-splitting bangs, building to a crescendo as the effigy was paraded around the town. The fireworks at midnight were something else! It was wonderful to be able to sit outside on the trampolines at midnight, watching them in shorts and t-shirt and no dew!
The parade next day by fishing boat was really good to - and we had grandstand seats!
Of course, you know what happens in Spain. No pulley. But not to worry we were having a great time and the nice thing about cats is the built in redundancy of a spare engine :) We spoke to the engineers and they said it was in A Coruna, and as there really was wind, we could sail there. So we did...