Saturday 8 Oct – Leixoes to Peniche Day 2

After much rocking and rolling on a moonlit and swelly sea we round up between the headland and offlying island at 0600 and secure alongside the little fishing harbour by 0645. Here we are met by the local night watchkeeper with whom we had a loud and interesting conversation, none of which either of us could understand. I’m pretty certain he told us that our exit and entry passes for the marina security gate were made of seaweed and could be obtained on Wednesdays from Lisbon and that my hat was dirty and that his wife was a weightlifter and had lumbago. He, in turn, understood from us that we were wearing corduroy underpants and ate only lentils. Anyway got to bed after whiskey at 0800. Woken at 1100 by serious looking girl in SAS uniform, with clipboard and Walther PPK in shoulder holster. Chris quickly gets dressed properly to attend the inevitable GNR inquisition in the cockpit. To show my right to be angry if I want to I turn up grimly and grumbling, naked except for my disreputable shreddies. Chris and the girl are embarassed. She’s seen it all before of course and isn’t fazed in the least. I mumble around for a bit and then, realising my folly, retire below to lick my wounds.

Good working day at Peniche followed by gentler run ashore for meal PM.