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8th May, 2013

La Coruña

La Coruna

We had probably the best vantage point for the Lancaster fly past in Southampton last Monday, it swooped over the Royal Pier, past us and then turned again to head down river towards the Isle of Wight. It was a shame that most of our new passengers were still checking in at the time.

We sailed off down through the Needles Channel in fine weather, with just a hint of coastal fog over towards the Dorset coast. By the following morning that had been replaced by a rather grey sky, but good vis, which was a blessing as the Doctor decided we needed to check out the French SAR service who were duly summoned to assist in taking one of our passengers off to specialist facilities in Brest. I later explained to Doctor Berch that my helicopter ‘spotters’ handbook is now getting rather full.

Biscay was kind to us, and only started to get a little ‘jolly’ by late evening, by which time most sensible folk were contemplating the horizontal. The following morning we lost the sea swell as we approached the port before most folk were up and about. Perfect timing.

The local agent told me that unfortunately summer had been and gone and we were probably experiencing their autumn, it was rather cool and grey.  The rain held off though, and while the folks went off touring or for a walk. The Safety Officer attempted to put out the raging inferno in the ‘fish and chip shop’ by the outside pool. Of course, it was only an exercise, but he was taxed a little further by myself when he suggested it was ‘under control’.

La Coruna

My wife and I stepped ashore for an hour or so, strolling the nearby narrow streets, which were still fairly busy before siesta time. The old town is full of tall apartments with the characteristic Spanish balconies, closed in by white painted wooden panelling and shuttered windows. The town hall, which has a large square to the front, was a remarkable building. We stopped for refreshment at a pavement café while watching the world pass by; a grandfather dutifully pushing a pram up and down, a young girl with pigtails racing around the square on her scooter, one or two older ladies, elegantly dressed, going somewhere probably not too far away. And not a tourist in sight, quite delightful.

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