9th May

The winds were from the east so we headed up the west coast. On the way the winds off the cliffs were 25 knots or more but we made steady progress in fairly smooth waters. By noon we were anchored in Port Miguel, a sheltered inlet with a beach, several restaurants, a Spar and a couple of hotels; perfect. One of the hotels was a grand tiered edifice which I thought was rather grand. Lucinda thought it was ghastly. We went ashore for drinks, tapas and a wander before eating onboard.