The moorings outside Faro are all privately owned and as this is a nature reserve and the home of specially protected seahorses anchoring is prohibited. The river bed is soft mud and grass and wouldn’t be any good anyway. The area is completely flat and you can watch the sunrise and the sunset, to the accompaniment of jets landing at the airport. Other than that the moorings are quiet and secluded, idyllic.
The biggest ‘problem’ is the floating weed and grass in the water clogging the intake filters on sea water cooled equipment such as the engines and the generator. Not sure how the toilets will hold up because they take in sea water to flush. So one of my jobs was to close all the un necessary sea cocks and to pull the echo sounder / log head and replaced it with a blank. As this is underwater it was a rather damp process, but necessary so as to prevent it getting all clogged again. My jokes about a fish getting stuck in it on the way to Sao Martinho do Porto weren’t far from the truth.
I also rearranged our mooring lines, and started doing the laundry. I had run the watermaker for 4 hours on the passage down and made almost a full tank, I used just over half of it on the washing. With the washing in progress I went over to Michael’s boat and assisted him repairing the lines on his mooring. A diver had been engaged to clear the ground tackle which had become entangled in an abandoned fishing anchor and chain. With each turn of the tide the mooring lines had become progressively more wrapped around the old fishing anchor, shortening the mooring line significantly. The diver unwrapped the mooring chains from the fishing anchor and as watched from deck the diver’s bubbles got progressively further from us as he untangled possibly 20 meters of fouled ground tackle! We recovered the offending obstruction which was a 15 kilo lump of rusted, tangle chain and small anchor. Michael and I then pulled up the now freed swivel which joins the mooring rope, called a Riser, to the ground tackle up to the surface, replaced the old, badly worn riser with a new one and then lowered it back down to the sea bed. So with the big boy’s salty seamanship task completed I went back to my laundry!
With a new load in a then took Windy out for a spin to take some photos. I went over to the nearest sand bank, parked Windy and went for a short walk, very refreshing.
I returned, finished the washing and drying and then went to visit a neighbouring yachtsman who lives aboard his boat. We spent an hour swapping stories over a beer.
I then went over to Michael and Iva for a glass of wine at sunset before we went ashore for dinner to a Brazilian restaurant. The journey back was entertaining as it was pitch black; but Iva and Michael knew the route through the shallows like the back of their hands.
And so to bed, looking forward to an early start in the morning to bring Windy back up on board and close down the generator sea cocks before leaving and returning home.