15/08/19. After another 7 hour, amazing, sunny sail down past some beautiful coastline and little islands we reached our destination just before the town of Vigo. There were 2 anchorages there, and it was the second anchorage further down that had the best reviews, so that was where we had planned to go. We passed the first, which looked stunning, and decided to carry on down to check the second as that had the best reviews, despite being a little confused as to how anything could beat the one we had just passed. We reached the second, realised everyone had been lying like cheap watches to keep everyone else away from the first anchorage, turned around and headed back the way we had just been.

We dropped anchor off Praia de Barra, settled in and then sat there stunned at the beauty of the place. It was a pure white sandy beach surrounded by pine forests and turquoise waters. It was hot, not a cloud was in the sky and the water was crystal clear. It was amazing. Lee got the dinghy ready to take Franco for a walk, I put my bikini on, opened some wine and my book and all was well with the world.

I settled down and read my book, drank some wine and sunbathed. After an hour I started to wonder where the dog was. After 2 hours I started to wonder where the missing husband was. After 4 hours I started to wonder if I should swim ashore to look for them when eventually the wanderers returned to the boat; Franco very tired and happy, Lee very brown and very happy.

That night we had a BBQ off the back of the boat and after an amazing sleep woke up to another day of sunshine and perfect vistas. I tidied up and went for a swim off the boat while Lee took Franco ashore for his morning walk. Again, they returned hours later, Franco tired and happy, Lee even more brown and very happy. By this time it was all getting a little suspicious. Normally Lee will take Franco for his walk and any more than necessary (normally 30 minutes) is wasted effort on Lee’s behalf so I knew something was up.

It all became apparent when we went ashore together, despite Lee’s protestations that I should stay on the boat and have another bottle of wine he had put in the fridge for me and enjoy some “me” time.

“Me time” my arse. We had moored off a naturist beach. Lee had been taking Franco for long walks along the beach, sunbathing and enjoying the scenery. Sans me. After a swift matrimonial discussion we walked across the beach only for the the twin of the bloody vogue model from Bénodet to call over “Lee, Franco”. I can only say that any preconceived ideas I had about naturists at that point went straight out of the window. This seemed to be where the Victoria’s Secrets models came to get their all over glow, and Lee seemed to be on first name terms with them all. The curious case of the missing husband now fully resolved we went for a nice, very quiet walk.

We stayed here for 3 nights and seriously debated about staying here longer as it was just so perfect, but we had arranged to meet up with Cap’n Ron and Co in Vigo for a couple of days, so had to get a move on. Reluctantly we weighed anchor, pootled on down the river for 30 minutes and went into a marina just a bit further down from Vigo. We met up with our pals for a couple of days, re stocked up on some bits and then carried on heading South, with Lee mournfully looking behind us with the binos like the old, bald, chicken legged git he so clearly is 🤣.